Nine tolls of the bell?
Gazing up at the ripples spreading across the City Defense Canopy, a trace of hesitation flickered in Xu Yuan's contemplative eyes.
At the Dayan Border, encountering enemies and determining the number of bell tolls were governed by strict legal conventions.
Three tolls indicated a small-scale enemy attack, six tolls called for full-city alert, while nine tolls signified an army's approach. Yet, for high-level cultivators attacking the city, according to the regulations, it should have only been seven tolls...
"Third Young Master, I must ask you to immediately accompany me to the Government Office."
As Xu Yuan pondered, Sizi Jing's voice suddenly rang out from the side. Unbeknownst to him, the Black Scale Guards' Beijing Command's Director had already departed the tavern, now staring at him with a stern expression:
