Li Changsheng carried the sword on his back, much like a chubby child with a great sword on his back.
The sword tip had to drag along the ground, etching a deep groove into the Han white jade-paved surface.
The scene was quite amusing, drawing laughter, yet it was also exceptionally striking and sent shivers down one's spine.
Both inside and outside this Imperial City, there are powerful arrays and divine artifacts suppressing and protecting it. These Han white jade stones in front of the city gates are not something anyone can easily damage.
This Anning Gate is especially a place of stringent vigilance, and the over one thousand imperial guards stationed here had long noticed Li Changsheng.
Yet they couldn't move, all they could do was stand there, stupefied, staring at Li Changsheng, unable to budge an inch.
Li Changsheng, however, leisurely and calmly, came to a halt ten zhang from the Anning Gate.
"Your humble servant, Li Changsheng!"
