The Qing Province Demon Suppression Bureau.
The grand assembly hall.
An air of solemnity and killing intent intertwined, like an invisible, chilling veil that filled every corner of the hall.
Lining both sides were Demon Suppression Captains and Demon Suppression Guards, all clad in black, close-fitting attire. Their hands rested on the hilts of the Long Sabers at their waists, their eyes bright and as sharp as a hawk's.
At this moment, every gaze in the hall was drawn as if by an unseen magnet, converging on the somewhat slender figure in the center.
Chu Fan was travel-worn, his clothes still stained with dust from the wilderness outside the city. The hems were damp with morning dew that had yet to dry, yet his aura was steady, and he showed no signs of injury whatsoever.
