“……” Shen Yi rubbed the cold surface of the iron token and looked at the Earth God, who was staring straight at him.

The old man's meaning was clear enough.

This iron token could be called an invitation, or it could be called a warning.

If he didn't join this so-called Demon-Slaying Office, he would probably become someone they kept an eye on… and joining didn't seem to change that either.

At that thought, Shen Yi looked down at himself, considering.

Seriously, what about him looked like a bad guy?

He shook his head and put the iron token away. “Anything else I should know?”

The Earth God hadn't expected the young man to agree so readily. If he had really come to make trouble, then with the Divine Dynasty's eyes on him, he would have shown at least some wariness. But he hadn't even asked about the pay. He had just said yes.

For a moment the Earth God was actually taken aback. After a silence, he too shook his head with a wry smile. “Sorry. Maybe this old man misjudged you.”

A cultivator dripping with killing aura who was actually an honest, law-abiding man—was that even possible?

“This old man's name is Min Zhiyan. Before I got this immortal post, I served in the Divine Dynasty too. Now that you're an agent of the Demon-Slaying Office in Jianyang Prefecture, you and I are half colleagues. If you've nothing better to do, come by and sit with me now and then.”

One sentence the Earth God was apologizing, and the next he couldn't help letting a little “I'll be keeping an eye on you” slip through.

“……” Shen Yi glanced at the contrary little old man. Far from being annoyed, he found himself a little touched.

His luck wasn't bad. Since arriving in the Divine Land, everyone he'd met, whether Master Zhikong or this Earth God of Jianyang Prefecture, had actually been decent people.

Dealing with people like that was always a lot easier.

If he didn't have Shi Ren's murder hanging over him, Shen Yi might even have…