Jian Luchuan whispered, "Sir, I think we're being followed."
"In broad daylight? Someone dares to trail a Purple-clothed Guard of the Demon Suppression Department like me? Could they just be heading the same way?"
Chen Cheng's voice was calm as he spoke nonchalantly.
Ten-Mile Slope was a desolate mountain area just outside the South City Gate, surrounded by large manors. There were plenty of people coming and going.
It was perfectly normal for a few people to be traveling in the same direction.
Chen Cheng was now a Purple-clothed Guard of the Demon Suppression Department, a Closed-door Disciple of Mr. Zheng, and was also on intimate terms with the Shen Family, one of the Four Great Clans of the Inner City.
His status was a world away from what it once was. Even the ordinary Direct Descendants of the Four Great Clans of the Inner City couldn't hope to compare.
He really wasn't afraid that someone would dare to attack him in broad daylight.
