Demon Suppression Division entrance.
Several Demon Suppression Envoys were idly chatting.
"Hey, when do you think those people from Kyoto are finally leaving?"
"Who knows? These past few days, they've acted like they own the place, treating us like gatekeepers."
"Sigh, brothers, just endure it a little longer. We've got it easy enough—Overseer Situ is the one who's really miserable!"
"Yeah. A few days ago, when I went to the Black Jail to change shifts, I only took one look from afar and nearly threw up!"
Their faces all looked rather unpleasant, yet they could not help feeling fortunate.
Luckily, they had not chosen to wallow in the mire with them back then. Otherwise, they would probably have ended up suffering the same fate now.
Just then, a swiftly approaching carriage caught their attention.
At first, they did not pay it much mind, assuming it was merely passing by.
It was not until the carriage drew closer and closer, seemingly headed straight for the Demon Suppression Division, that they became wary.
"Stop! Do you know what place this is? Are you tired of living?"
"Whoa!" Zhang Mu tightened the reins in his hand. The black horse beneath him raised its forelegs high, and the carriage slowly came to a stop as well.
"Why did we stop?" Ling Yun's indifferent voice came from within the carriage.
"Master Ling, we've arrived at the Demon Suppression Division, but someone is blocking the entrance. Don't worry, I'll deal with them right away," Zhang Mu said respectfully.
When no reply came from inside the carriage, Zhang Mu did not dare delay any longer. He swung down from his horse and walked toward the Demon Suppression Envoys.
"Brothers, are you on duty today?" Zhang Mu wore a broad smile, as though he were quite familiar with