"Sir, it's right here," among the many soldiers, appeared a man wearing a scholar's robe.
The man's body exuded a strong scholarly air, resembling a teacher.
What was special was the circular pattern on the man's forehead.
The pattern was wavy inside.
Anyone familiar with the Heavenly Court would know this was a unique symbol of its people.
This mark was very special, and no one dared to impersonate it.
"Right here?" The man named Yu Qingcheng frowned and asked.
"Those from the Monster Race are right here," the person beside him nodded.
"I sent someone to track them, it can't be wrong."
"Don't harm others, just drive them out of Chang'an," Yu Qingcheng said calmly.
"Yes," the soldier waved his right hand, and the soldiers behind him filed in.
......
Xu Zimei sat beneath the stage, and as the group of soldiers rushed in, someone holding his portrait surrounded him.
"Take care of yourself," Jiang Chenyu stood up, ready to leave.
