Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division, the External Affairs Hall.
The building with its grey tiles and white walls stood erect, the brightly painted red doors were wide open, and figures entered and exited in succession, all wearing expressions of haste.
Shen Yi silently observed his surroundings.
Although all were clad in dark satin robes trailing behind them, more than sixty percent of the sleeves lacked cloud patterns.
The average age was also around forty.
The aura emanating from their bodies was indeed that of the Initial Realm, but it was somewhat fleeting, enough to say they had barely crossed that threshold.
Were these the Demon Suppression Marshals who, according to Zhang the Butcher's words, "soaked in medicinal baths"?
On the contrary, a few wearing robes with cloud patterns occasionally passed by, younger in age and with eyes that possessed more of a sharp edge.
