C177 Courting Death

The night was dark, and there was thunder in the town.

At the northern end of the town, on the tall city wall that was slightly dilapidated, the elderly old man placed his hands behind his back and raised his head to look to the north.

The moon and the stars were sparse, and the wind was breezy.

As the gatekeeper of this small town and the master of the town's sword formation