"Pests?"
Xu Sheng took a slow sip of his tea, his voice chilling. "Conspiring with demons, bringing disaster to the common people... These are crimes worthy of executing nine generations of their clan. That's far worse than what you could describe with a simple word like 'pests'!"
"A pity..."
An old man with a saber on his back, sitting beside him, sighed. "We've investigated for days, but we still haven't been able to locate the mountain gate of the Snake Race behind the Four Seas Gang."
"If you don't eradicate evil completely, the poison it leaves behind is endless."
"The world is on the brink of chaos. The fortune of the Human Dao is in decline, while demons and heretics are gaining power at an alarming rate."
"Without the Jingzhe Bureau to suppress them, the demons will have nothing to fear. The people of the Southern Border..." The old man let out a heavy sigh.
At these words, everyone in the room fell silent, looks of helplessness clouding their faces.
