The newcomer was remarkably thin.
Clad in a deep gray bull-fighting robe, he was past his thirties, walking with steady strides. His brows were sharp like blades, his physique tall and broad, filling the staircase as he ascended. Without the need for a servant's guidance, he arrived at the expansive third-floor corridor, exuding an indescribable aura of sharpness and expertise through every taut inch of his frame.
With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Wei Wuque walked leisurely forward. From the wide-open door, he immediately noticed the armed confrontation and unexpected turmoil. Yet, his expression remained unnervingly calm, as though such occurrences no longer fazed him.
Wei Wuque stepped past the glistening blades. All eyes were on him as he halted, lifted his head, and addressed Jiang Shangli:
"County Magistrate Jiang, quite the spectacle here."
Wei Wuque cast a glance around the room.
