Dragon Canon

The two women knew they were in trouble. They hurriedly relaxed their bodies, but Xu Jingfeng had already lost interest. He got up to his feet, circled around the courtyard once, and eventually came to a stop inside his study. He picked up a celadon teacup he had once cherished and gave it a look.

There was a lingering fragrance in it.

He casually placed the teacup on the left side of the study desk. The two maidservants exchanged glances, their faces pale. They had only just remembered that Xu Jingfeng was accustomed to holding his tea with his left hand.

The desk hadn’t been wiped down yet, and the lacquered surface felt a little greasy. Xu Jingfeng ran his finger across the desk and brought it to his nose—it smelled of cosmetics.

With a flick of his sleeve, Xu Jingfeng sent the teacup crashing to the floor, shattering it into pieces. He then strode off.

Once outside the small courtyard, the young swordsman headed straight for the dungeon located in another estate. A raging fire of anger was burning within him, and he needed to vent it properly.

The guards on duty were all familiar faces. Some of them looked surprised upon seeing Xu Jingfeng, but they still treated him with respect. Xu Jingfeng grunted and selected two men to lead the way. Then, he entered the dungeon and headed straight for the high-security wing.

The dungeon was cold and damp, but the high-security wing was surprisingly neat and clean. There was even a small skylight that let in some sunlight. Having been here many times, Xu Jingfeng headed straight for the cells at the far end.

It was at this moment one of the prison guards leading the way blocked his path and said with a forced smile, “Now… is not a good time, my lord.”