Mysteries of the Ninth Grade Weapon Chapter 58

It was just past noon and I went in at 5 p.m.

Outside the east gate of Ping County.

On the official road more than a hundred feet away from the city gate, a group of people and several horses stopped to watch.

The spring sunshine in mid-to-late February is at its strongest during the day, making these people's faces red.

In fact, in addition to the sunlight, their faces also turned red due to their excited mood.