Qingzhou City. The General's residence.

After a brief rest, Aqian had once again left Qingzhou, stepping into demon territory to continue the duty she'd carried out for centuries now.

The Junior Demon King was gone, but the Howling Moon was still the Howling Moon.

It could only be said that the pressure had eased — not that everything was settled and safe.

The courtyard felt somewhat empty.

To avoid any inconvenience while matters were being discussed, Fang Heng had already moved his grandmother elsewhere ahead of time.

You Longtao had not yet returned.

Jiang Yuanhua had to look after Tingyang Prefecture in his stead, and so sat composed beneath the great tree by the stone table, with only Bai Ziming keeping watch at his side.

When he saw Senior Sister Jiang and Commander Shen walk in, Bai Ziming bowed respectfully first, then formed a hand seal to alert his master. He didn't keep them waiting long; a treasured sword came streaking back from the sky.

"You're here."

Jiang Yuanhua opened his eyes.

The speed of it left even Shen Yi a little startled — no wonder, for a Martial Immortal whose divine spirit could leave the body entirely was simply not the same category of being as a mortal frame.

Even the Unfettered Wind-Riding Art brought to Perfection — even the Red Cloud treasure poured full of qi — fell far short of a divine spirit's speed.

Only with this kind of efficiency could one truly claim to safeguard an entire province.

"I called you back mainly to talk about the Junior Demon King. Its background really was formidable — fortunately for us, our luck held."

Jiang Yuanhua drew out a white jade token, a faint smile rising on his face. "Don't mind me running on — a man gets talkative in his old age. The Blood-Transmuting Demon Emperor may be tied down by a Wutong Mountain Perfected Master, but it's still a demon emperor in its own right. The chance of actually killing it is slim, so unless necessary, try not to leave Great Qian's borders."

Within Great Qian,…