The line inched forward bit by bit.
Before long, it was nearly the sword-browed girl's turn.
At that moment, a squad of tall monks clad in iron armor was marching down the street in formation, wielding Buddhist staffs as they conducted inspections.
Whenever these monks reached a spot, they stopped the people nearby and examined them.
During the examination, they had people produce their identity documents, then took a strand of their hair and placed both into a black, oval little box.
The box would emit a rumbling echo, and before long, it could determine whether the identity document belonged to that person.
"It's Guangci Cult's Iron Man Team. Why have they started searching again at a time like this?" someone before and behind in the line asked quietly.
"Looks like another True Force practitioner has slipped into the city. And no ordinary one, either, or they wouldn't be making such a grand display of it."
"They inspect us at least four or five times a year. What a nuisance."
"A nuisance, sure, but it's best if they can root out True Force martial artists. After all, every True Force martial artist is a potential aberrant beast. Extremely dangerous."
The voices in the line drifted into Wei He's ears.
They gave him a faint sense that something was wrong.
The Great Yue Dynasty was actually openly propagandizing True Force martial artists as potential aberrant beasts.
Moreover, the Iron Man Team's inspection was clearly aimed at those impersonating others.
And the identity document he carried belonged to Zhou Lan. That meant that if he was selected for a spot check, trouble was certain to follow!
Staring at the steadily approaching Iron Man Team, countless thoughts flashed through Wei He's mind.
It would be easy to rise up and kill this squad,