Wen Ran took a step forward with the hairpin in hand, "I wonder if City Lord Chu could do me this favor?"
Chu Hanfeng accepted the jade hairpin, "Since it's a matter of the Northern Domain, I should handle it."
Although Chu Hanfeng appeared fearsome, he certainly wasn't a bad person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have guarded this city alone for many years.
During their few days in Boundless City, whenever the locals mentioned the City Lord, they spoke with immense gratitude.
Tang Ling and Qi Buyu approached, both respectfully bowing to Chu Hanfeng.
Qi Buyu said, "Senior, we are disciples of the Scholarly World. Thank you, senior, for your intervention back then, resolving the traitor issue for our sect."
Chu Hanfeng said, "A traitor?"
Tang Ling replied, "The Sword Saint Duan Ming who senior killed fifteen years ago."
Chu Hanfeng seemed to remember the name, speaking indifferently, "I killed him just because he left a bowl of noodles unfinished and refused to eat more."
