"Alright. Go on back and sit tight."

Wu Dao'an finally looked over Jiang Yuanhua's current state with proper attention, then waved a hand.

He called a Demon Suppression Division constable in. "Go fetch a Golden Wolf jade token."

With that, he turned to Shen Yi. "Since this is an old colleague of yours from Qingzhou, once you've taken the token, go open the armory and pick out a vessel for nurturing his soul. As for the grade — whatever you like."

At that, the man from the Demon Suppression Division's face lit with open envy.

The armory was where the War Temple kept its collected treasures from across the Nine Provinces — whether Demon Suppression Division or demon-hunter, anyone who brought merit to the capital exchanged it for rewards drawn from that very vault.

Picking freely from any grade wasn't really anything remarkable — after all, the young man was already the Demon Suppression Division's Inspector, and this was only a soul-nurturing vessel. He was entitled to at least that much.

What really mattered was being allowed into the armory itself — that represented the War Temple's trust and high regard.

"Once you're done with that, bring Shen Yi back to find this old man."

With that, Wu Dao'an strode off toward the exit — there were still people waiting in the main hall for their refinement, after all.

"This way, please, Inspector."

A constable serving in the imperial capital naturally knew how to read a room.

He walked briskly ahead a fair distance, then stood waiting respectfully up front, leaving Shen Yi and Jiang Yuanhua some room to talk privately.

"What exactly is going on here..."

Jiang Yuanhua hurried to drift over beside Shen Yi, worry mixed with suspicion in his voice.

"Last time I came to the capital, I got myself registered at the War Temple."

Today's turn of events had left Shen Yi a little puzzled himself. He remembered that last time he'd come to the capital, he'd spotted no shortage of figures in the courtyard directly behind the War Temple's main hall — not exactly crowded,…