C714 Such a Stingy County Magistrate

As the group hurried into Jingfeng, the sun had already dipped below the ridge. The clouds on the horizon were like the fading blush on a young girl's cheeks—vivid yet tinged with a sense of melancholy.

"This is Jingfeng."

The group was an odd sight, drenched and marked with knife wounds and blood, yet the townspeople on the street seemed unfazed. Occasionally