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Where do all these forced circumstances come from? Why is it that as soon as this kid goes out, he's forced into everything!

Are there really so many fools in the world who insist on forcing him to kill them?

"Sigh."

General Wushan suddenly slapped his forehead, earlier he wished these two youngsters would never contact him for the rest of their lives, but now when they deal with it themselves, he feels a splitting headache.

He steadied his rapid breathing and when he looked up again, a chill gleamed in his eyes, completely devoid of his usual slickness: "No survivors, right?"

Jiang Mei cleared her throat: "There is one, the disciple-nephew of Hui Zhen Monk."

"What kind of joke is this! When doing such things, how could you let anyone escape?" Wushan narrowed his eyes, grinding his teeth, looking completely disappointed in them.

There was no time to blame them, he suddenly strode forward: "Which way did they escape?"

The always-silent brothers of the Zhao Family quickly stepped forward to hold him back: "It's not that they escaped... It was General Nanyang who let them go."

"..."

General Wushan fell completely into astonishment, slowly turning around to look in the direction Shen Yi had left.

After a long silence, he fiercely shook off their hands, his whole body twitching with anger, glaring at Jiang Mei: "Is this how he governs the Three Prefectures? He's young, just joined the Demon Slayer Bureau, but you, you're also young and also just joined the Demon Slayer Bureau, don't you have any brains?!"

"I—"

Jiang Mei had never seen General Wushan so furious before, under the barrage of questions, she bowed her head for a moment, not daring to speak.

Wushan pointed his finger at the woman's nose, ready to scold her again.

Before he could speak, however, he suddenly turned his head.

In the shade of the trees, a young man in black robes stood with his hands hanging down, his fair complexion calm, he looked lightly at the group, then withdrew his gaze, saying casually: "Since the handover is complete, you should go rest earlier, you're all quite tired."

"Yes! Thank you, sir."

Jiang Mei could see that her superior was clearly protecting his people, a subtle thrill moved her, she bowed gratefully, and then hurriedly led the terrified Zhao brothers out of the courtyard.

"Heh, exactly, your men, who am I to speak of."

General Wushan clenched his fist, finally letting out a sarcastic laugh, and in a swift wave of his hand: "Since General Nanyang manages things so well, don't bother to inform me next time, I'm not fit to hear!"

Such matters, let Elder Yan deal with the slow headache, he wanted to see if the General of Southern Defense could still protect the other side like last time, after hearing about Nanyang's actions.

"General Wushan, farewell!"

Having said that, Wushan strode out of the courtyard.

"..."

Shen Yi quietly watched as his senior left, shaking his head lightly after a long while.

A colleague like this, who may be verbally disagreeable but wears his emotions on his face, is at least more approachable than those who play dirty tricks behind the back.

The other party wasn't truly at fault, the only mistake perhaps was that he still hadn't realized why General Yan took over the nine prefectures.

Aside from slaying demons, Shen Yi had no interest in meddling in these chaotic matters, he too turned around and re-entered his room, beginning to digest the gains from his trip.

"Look at the good things he's done."

And after leaving the County Government, General Wushan casually pulled out the Jade Slip, and after getting a response from the old man, he rattled off the events that had just transpired.

He expected a rebuke or at the very least a sigh.

What Wushan didn't expect was the old man's voice was remarkably calm.

"If you know it's a good deed, why are you dawdling here."

"He's just been promoted and isn't very familiar with these miscellaneous affairs, since you're in the West Mountain Prefecture, just help him tie up the loose ends, don't cut any corners in the procedures."

"Ha?" Wushan couldn't believe his ears, angrily said: "Elder sir, that's an Arhat of the Bodhi Sect, do you want me to proclaim it to the world?"

"So?" Elder Yan's voice floated out from the Jade Slip: "When they come knocking, there's me to settle it, what are you afraid of?"

"I..." Wushan's eyes widened, standing there dumbfounded.