After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, a group of people emerged from the City Lord Mansion.
The leading man was about fifty years old, of medium height, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe. His figure was somewhat plump, and combined with the smile on his face, he looked a bit like a statue of a Buddha in a temple, of course, if you ignored the black vertical line on his forehead, identical to the guards from before, even his complexion had a slight dark hue.
The guard who had previously entered accompanied him, and upon seeing Yue Zhao and the others, pointed them out to the man.
The guard at the door straightened up immediately upon seeing the man and respectfully saluted him when he approached.
"This is City Lord Qian of our Canghui City," the earlier guard introduced the man to Yue Zhao and the others, "City Lord, these are the disciples from the White Tiger Sacred Land."
