The wilderness is silent, the deep mountains void of human traces.
It is late autumn, the withered yellow woods spread like scorched earth, a somber killing aura permeating the surroundings.
Yet, the mountainside is bustling with chatter, starkly contrasting the emptiness of the entire mountain.
Jianghu guests and messengers from the Evil Extermination Bureau shuttle back and forth.
The Prefecture General guards the cave entrance, his face stern like iron.
Qin An tied his horse's reins among the trees, stroked his Cold Star Saber at his waist, and walked towards the cave.
The Prefecture General on the left looked serious, clasped his fist and said, "Please show your waist badge, sir."
Qin An shook his head and said, "I have no waist badge."
The Prefecture General frowned tightly, "Without permission, you cannot enter. Please return, sir."
Qin An pondered, "Could I meet with the Silver General on duty?"
