Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

A vast, elegant, and secluded courtyard.


This was He Mingxuan's residence in the South City District, a complex of four nested courtyards, even featuring a private back garden.


Several bright lanterns illuminated the entire room as if it were daylight. In the center stood a round table, laden with various dishes. Two figures sat beside it, one of whom was none other than Deputy Head Officer He Mingxuan.


The other, a middle-aged man with a stout and imposing build, square face, and large ears, looked like a government official. However, his name evoked fear in many—Zhuang Ge.


Black-Clothed Bandit's second in command!


The Black-Clothed Bandits were notorious beyond the city boundaries, causing countless merchants to tremble at the mere mention of their name. Although the group was small, around a hundred men, it included three notorious leaders, each having stepped into the Tendon Changing Realm.


Chapter 93 Sleepless Night