In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
Several conflicts had erupted between the Demon Suppression Bureau, the demons, and the noble families, and the situation was becoming increasingly tense.
That evening.
As the sun set in the west, its red light bathed the land.
Inside the city of Baihua County, within the study of Li Daoxuan from the Demon Suppression Bureau.
"It's truly a pity that we couldn't detain that old man Hong Jiuxiang last time," Li Daoxuan's gaze traveled through the window, watching the glimmering waves of the river in the distance.
"Cough cough!"
As he spoke, he couldn't suppress a cough.
An abnormal flush appeared on his face as he wiped at the corner of his mouth.
Looking down.
His thin palm was stained with a patch of blood red.
Li Daoxuan's brows furrowed slightly, he sighed, and wiped the bloodstain from his hand clean.
"Are you alright?" Although this action was discreet, it was noticed by a delicate-looking young man beside him.
