The streets were empty, and ordinary households had long since retired for the night.
The entire city was submerged in stillness.
At this moment, within White Tiger Hall,
Xiao Hu entered the room where Chen Jie was resting and saw that Chen Jie was forcing his eyes open, sitting on a chair, with a table beside him. On the table lay a long spear with a red-hued shaft adorned with coiled dragon patterns.
It was the famed spear, Fire Dragon Spear, that Chen Jie had spent a fortune to forge from fire iron!
By now, the spear had been fully assembled and was laid there, emitting a chilling gleam.
Xiao Hu approached and whispered into Chen Jie's ear, "Jiu Si, everything is ready."
Chen Jie's eyes slowly opened, and in an instant, a cold light flashed.
The time had finally arrived, and Chen Jie looked at Xiao Hu, "Are the brothers ready?"
Xiao Hu replied, "All prepared, just waiting for your command."
