"Firstly, explain exactly what happened."

Feng Xi raised her palm to signal everyone to be quiet, then took a seat on the edge of the bed, looking directly at Wushan.

The other party, being a Taiyin True Immortal, is among the most renowned Titled Generals of the Demon Slayer Bureau in the Great Nan Continent. Now that he has returned gravely injured, it implies a confrontation took place.

Even he, a Taiyin True Immortal, fell into a coma; how did a young Cultivator from Nanyang bring him back?

Upon hearing this, Wushan's mind once again pictured the three towering golden giants, among which the figure accompanied by dragon roars and tiger howls left a profound impact on him.

The True Scriptures of the Bodhi Sect are regarded as foremost in this world; those who practice the great scripture are by no means mediocrities.

That person, facing two Great Arhats alone, displayed overwhelming might, suppressing the others with ease, allowing Wushan to witness what it truly meant to be at the pinnacle of the Fourth Grade.

Domineering among his peers, his entire body exuded an aura of invincibility.

Wushan was merely in a coma due to old wounds aggravated by the residual might of a Bodhisattva, not amnesia; he could easily recount the entire event and even reconstruct the scene using immortal power.

However, at this moment, he swallowed hard and fell silent.

Just before losing consciousness, the familiar voice he heard by his ears inevitably brought someone to mind.

More importantly, what that person said.

"I too can talk... I can also join the sect..."

"Sigh."

Wushan let out a breath, feeling his entire body tremble.

If his guess was correct, the price paid to save his own life, Wushan's life, was too great—a price so enormous he found it difficult to even speak of.

That young man whom he had always treated as a junior, once he left the Divine Dynasty and shed his disguise, those so-called Heavenly Prides of the Three Religions appeared as nothing but a joke before him.

Even more critically...

This powerful being, capable of turning the tide in the midst of a great disaster, had clearly joined the Demon Slayer Bureau, a blessing for the Divine Dynasty, and yet he was now being controlled by a Bodhisattva.

"Who brought me back?" Wushan wanted to confirm once more.

Those eagerly waiting were all somewhat startled before Feng Xi interrupted their questions, softly stating: "Nanyang."

Upon hearing this, Wushan's entire face twitched, and after a long silence, he hoarsely said: "Where is he? My injuries are severe, and my mind is somewhat unclear, let him come and explain instead."

Having been with the Demon Slayer Bureau for so many years, he knew the nature of the Divine Dynasty better than anyone else.

It would have been fine with Elder Yan and Lord Feng, but Yang Mingli would absolutely not allow a Guardian Arhat under the Bodhisattva to continue serving as a Titled General, and it could even get worse.

"Speak whatever you remember."

Yang Mingli had been observing Wushan's expressions from start to finish, and only now did he step forward, sensing that something was amiss.

"Lord Yang, I really can't recall clearly."

Wushan gave a wry smile, but a stubborn light flickered briefly in his eyes.

He knew the gravity of the matter; even if Nanyang was wholeheartedly loyal to the Divine Dynasty, the Bodhisattva's methods were not something an ordinary Cultivator could defy.

Yet, the other person had saved his life after all!

Even if his life, Wushan's, was of little value, he couldn't bring himself to betray his savior. Now that the Great Nan Continent has divided, if there was anything to discuss, they should have a closed-door discussion in their own house.

"..."

Yang Mingli's eyes narrowed slightly, and the other Titled Generals exchanged glances.

The very first sentence Wushan uttered upon waking did not seem like someone who had forgotten everything. What was he hiding?

At that moment, a voice accompanied by a cough came from outside the door.

"Send for Nanyang."

The little old man, pale-faced and with hands behind his back, stood at the doorway; it was Yan Lanting, who had been recuperating in closed-door healing.

Observing his weary look, it was obvious that he had broken his recuperation upon receiving the news, leading to aggravated injuries rather than recovery.

Seeing him arriving personally, Yang Mingli frowned and shifted his gaze to the side.

Despite the heavy doubts in his heart, Yang Mingli himself had spoken the words of division; this was Golden Light Prefecture, under the jurisdiction of the Yan family.

"Sir, your command is received!"

The Demon Slayer Officer waiting at the door quickly bowed and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing.

The room fell into silence. Wushan's miraculous survival was an unexpected joy, yet now the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward.

After an unknown amount of time.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the figure in dark clothes, somewhat unfamiliar to the crowd, finally entered the room quietly.

"Nanyang pays respects to the lords."

Shen Yi stood still, casually glanced around the room, and approximately understood the situation.

"You saved Wushan, a merit to the Divine Dynasty; there's no need for formality, take a seat."

Feng Xi looked at her colleagues one by one and then gently smiled at Shen Yi, her words immediately set the tone for the matter.

Regardless, the man had ventured alone from the Divine Dynasty to rescue someone; how could they, his seniors, chill his heart?

"We just want to understand what exactly happened, so we can be prepared."

At this, the others fell silent and turned their gazes toward Shen Yi.

"I received a message, noticed something amiss, and followed them after they left the Divine Dynasty. I discovered that old monk summoning the Arhat Golden Body and the monks setting up the Myriad Sticks Locking Demons Formation, intending to ambush General Wushan on the way."

"General Wushan and the Arhat's last exchange ended with the former heavily injured and unconscious while the latter perished on the spot. I took advantage of the monks' chaos, broke the Myriad Sticks Formation, and brought General Wushan back to Golden Light Prefecture."

Having briefly explained, Shen Yi quietly stood in place.

Others, when recounting their duties, wish they could describe the situation a hundred times more dangerous.