Under the moonlight, a beautiful woman in her early twenties stood not far from Chen Ping'an. She held a Longsword, its blade still wet with blood.
Although the two First-class Stewards from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had managed to delay Mu Wanjun, they had also paid a heavy price.
Chen Ping'an looked up at the woman, his gaze faltering for a moment.
From a distance, he couldn't see her clearly. Now that he was closer, Chen Ping'an could make out her features.
'Which lane's Lord Chief is she? How can she be so young!?'
Chen Ping'an was surprised, but he still bowed respectfully at once.
"This subordinate greets you, milady!"
'I don't know where she's from or what her rank is, so calling her 'milady' is the safe bet.'
"Quick-witted. What's your name?"
Mu Wanjun's cool voice rang out.
"Replying to milady. This subordinate is Chen Ping'an, a temporary constable from Nanquan Lane."
"A temporary constable?" Mu Wanjun looked Chen Ping'an over, a little surprised.
