C122 Dark surge(8)

Inside the main hall of the Marshal's mansion, Jiang Zhenfeng had already put the silver white long knife back into the knife holder. He himself sat back on the chair, his hands tightly grabbing onto the chair's armrest, only to see that the wooden armrest of the locust tree had been deformed.

Jiang He who was standing in the hall looked at Jiang Zhenfeng with a puzzled expression