Seeing the two of them finish their conversation.

Hou Wanshan finally descended, cupping his fists toward the young man. "Lizhou General Hou Wanshan, greetings to Commander Shen."

This was Lizhou's territory.

By rights, if the Implement Sect had some treasure worth noting, he as General had every standing to ask about it.

And Hou Wanshan was no ordinary General.

He was an upper-tier Martial Immortal who could address War Temple disciples as fellow practitioners on equal footing.

Yet when Lin Jingyi's desperate eyes had sought him out for rescue earlier, Hou Wanshan had offered not a single response.

The reason was simple.

The blue-green robe on this Commander Shen.

The man wasn't merely some Inspector — he was also a rotating War Temple Custodian.

Whatever this young man said could be taken as the War Temple's own position.

A Custodian this young was unprecedented in the whole of Great Qian's history.

Beyond that.

Hou Wanshan had one more thing he couldn't quite make sense of, and his gaze drifted, without quite meaning to, toward Shen Yi.

On that blue-green robe, sharp eyes caught a stain.

This was not demon blood. It was human blood — the man had gone outside Great Qian's borders and not only killed demons, but killed a person.

Stranger still, a divine-spirit cultivator, whether killing a demon or a person, should have no way of getting blood splattered onto his physical body — unless the divine spirit had been called out in plain sight of someone else.

Impossible to read.

Whether in terms of standing or cultivation, this young man seemed wrapped in a cloud of mist no amount of staring could pierce.

Faced with someone like this, Hou Wanshan didn't dare be presumptuous, and stepped forward first. "I've already had people prepare every document from Lizhou's past three hundred years. Please review them at your leisure, Commander."

"Three hundred years?"

Shen Yi finally pulled his attention away from below the hollow, letting it settle on this General.

If anything could be more appealing than a superlative-grade artifact, it was demon lifespan.

"Any news of demons?"