The air in the secret chamber of the Garrison Commander Manor was as heavy and unyielding as iron.
The flame of the bronze oil lamp was pressed straight by an invisible pressure, casting its light upon the massive Northern Frontier map on the wall, where the marker for Wolf God Mountain was a glaring, ferocious scarlet.
Qin Lie stood with his back to the door, his knuckles tapping against the cold, iron-wood table. The steady *thump-thump* was exceptionally clear in the dead silence, each impact striking against Lin Feng’s taut nerves.
Chapter 173