At the Divine Constable Gate headquarters in Yongzhou, Chai Jun sat in a grandmaster's chair in casual home clothes, listening to Xiang Yang's account. His expression shifted unpredictably before finally turning into a long sigh.
"Xiang Yang, you did the right thing. Though I too wished you could kill Shen Ao and avenge the Chief Constable, this man is tied to matters of great importance. Cangyun Mountain Villa must also conceal enormous secrets. Keeping both under surveillance right beneath our noses is the best choice."
On a personal level, Chai Jun wished Xiang Yang could crush Shen Ao to death with one hand. But in terms of official duty, Shen Ao could not yet be touched. This was not the time to settle personal grudges; the bigger picture had to come first.
"Oh? From what the Chief Constable says, it seems you know quite a bit about Shen Ao and Cangyun Mountain Villa—or rather, the schemes of the demonic sect behind them?"
Xiang Yang was somewhat curious. In the past, it would have been understandable for the demonic sect to stir up trouble for some trifling profit or immediate gain.
But the demonic sect was no longer the band of criminals lurking in the dark corners of the martial world, condemned by all. It had become the Sacred Cult personally sanctioned by His Majesty Emperor Shengwu of Great Zhou, standing on equal footing with Buddhism and Daoism, revered throughout the realm.
They already had prestige, and with that prestige and the demonic sect's own formidable foundations, power was naturally not lacking either. What more were those people of the demonic sect still seeking? Would it not be better to remain peaceful and harmonious?
"Since you have attained the Heavenly Being realm, Xiang Yang, by Divine Constable Gate custom, you have