The Evil Qi seemed to be there but not, almost impossible to discern without focusing intently.
The mountain patrol officer, who had been dealing with demonic creatures and Pseudo-Gods for years, was exceedingly sensitive to Evil Qi, and only needed a glance to notice something was amiss.
—The person in front of him either had contact with demonic creatures and Pseudo-Gods, or frequently hunted them down.
The latter was absolutely impossible.
The Casting Valley was ultimately just a weapon-forging power, it was impossible for them to be hunting demons every day.
So it could only be the former.
Qin An narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing his visit was not in vain.
Thinking of this, he temporarily set aside his thoughts, intending to observe quietly and see what the other party planned to do.
A middle-aged man appeared, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.
Everyone turned their gaze towards the middle-aged man.
