As the words fell, the young silhouette gradually revealed its true form.
A handsome man dressed in a simple white robe stood upon the scarred earth.
With his snow-white garments, he seemed like a celestial being exiled to the mortal realm.
Yet at his waist hung a golden mace, clashing with the aura of purity surrounding him.
Beside the man in white, an elder with a hunched figure stood in attendance.
The elder's face was lined with wrinkles, but his eyes shone as brightly as the sun.
Upon hearing the words of the man in white, the elder respectfully bowed.
"Sir, should this matter be reported to the Evil Extermination Bureau?"
The man in white glanced lightly at the elder, shaking his head with calm indifference: "No need."
The elder showed slight surprise: "But Zhao Wuhuan indeed has acted corruptly. Reporting him would ensure severe punishment and greatly benefit your career, sir."
