"Haha, that was just a technique of my household! I haven't joined a sect." An Jing had carefully curated his image as a skilled young talent that loved to bask in the admiration of others. When they asked him which tribe he came from, he brushed them off with the excuse that his elders asked him to keep a low profile, but didn't fail to leave them enough crumbs to imply that they were a powerful but secretive tribe. The identity of Jing Xuan had taken firm root with quite a lot of details to flesh it out.0

However, something unexpected happened. Constable Wang came over before he left with his squad and prisoners. "Dustdawner kid…...0