The old constable of the Six Gates squatted on the wall, smoking a dry cigarette, surveying the tragic scene in the courtyard, squinting his eyes as he scanned around.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves came, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a white-robed scholar riding a fast horse from the Chidao. The Divine Steed galloped like lightning, reaching him in an instant.
Fixing his gaze, he saw that the white-robed scholar possessed an exceptionally good appearance, with grace and charm, elegant and distinguished, tall and well-proportioned. Such a handsome man was rare even in the Three Constellations, and he instantly recognized who he was.
The old constable hurriedly stood up, jumped off the wall, pushed aside the clueless junior constable who had drawn his blade to block the road, clasped his hands in respect, and bowed.
"Alas, Mr. Lu, what brings you here?"
