Cheng Hong nodded slightly upon hearing the words.
Since allying with Qin An, she had come to understand this cold and resolute wielder of the Demon-Slaying Saber more deeply.
Though ruthless and cold-hearted, he was a man of his word.
Qin An spoke no more and carried the black coffin wrapped in chains straight towards Yang Quanfeng's residence.
The sound of chains grinding against the coffin was especially piercing in the night, startling a few resting birds.
...
Yang Quanfeng's courtyard remained elegant and pleasant.
The Jinzhou state officer sat alone at the stone table, pouring and sipping wine by moonlight, repeatedly polishing the iron hammer he had wielded for years with a white cloth.
The Evil Extermination Bureau had been unusually calm lately.
Even the commotion caused by Wan Ziqing's madness was quelled with thunderous force.
Yet the crease between his brows could not unfold.
