As Lu Zheng walked into the City God Hall, he immediately saw a broad and commanding general sitting in the main seat of authority in the hall.
Though dressed in a brown official robe, the cuffs were bound with leather, a gold belt encircled his waist, his thick brows and rugged beard framed a face beside which a saber hung, as he sat self-serving drinks, cup after unceasing cup.
"My lord!" called Judge Li.
"Hmm?"
The City God raised his gaze, his eyes sharp as lightning. Lu Zheng could only feel the gaze as a blazing torch, carrying a mental realm that was dauntingly intense.
Without even making a move, Lu Zheng already felt that he was utterly no match for this person.
"A Daoist from the White Cloud Temple, who also cultivates Martial Dao Blood Qi, for what purpose have you come?"
Lu Zheng bowed in greeting, "Lay Practitioner Lu Zheng from White Cloud Temple, pays respects to Lord City God."
