Demon-suppression Bureau, separate courtyard.
A few Golden Eagle Commandants placed the precious robe on the bed inside the room, and swiftly boiled water to tidy up the space.
After everything was in order, they clasped their hands and said, "Officer Shen, is there anything else you require?"
The General was not in Qingzhou, the Demon-suppression Great General held sway over the Twelve Prefectures.
In the yamen, this Personal Adjutant General who had not yet left was held in very high esteem, with his commands promptly obeyed by all; even outside, he held a status equivalent to an Elder of a first-rate family or sect.
"Nothing else."
Shen Yi waved his hand, watched the men leave, and sat on the edge of the bed.
He reached for the gilded wolf pattern hair crown, subconsciously wanting to pinch it with his fingertips.
Suddenly realizing his own strength, not to mention real gold, he could even crush fine iron.
