The neighbors were abuzz with discussion.
There were no secrets in the city. No sooner had something happened here than word spread across half the city. Many humans and demon beasts who had witnessed the whole affair talked with great gusto, mostly praising the demon soldiers' might and declaring that obeying the law was what made a good citizen.
A burly bear demon was spraying spittle as he talked.
"Good heavens, the demon soldiers under our King are fast! I heard demons outside say long ago that our army was the strongest!"
A descendant of Central Plains folk beside him could no longer stand the bear demon bragging about the past.
"Things go in one ear and out the other for you. Can you even remember what happened back then?"
The bear demon was displeased the moment he heard that.
"What did you say? Don't think I can't hear you wagging your tongue behind my back! Let me make this crystal clear: there's nothing obstructing the passage between my left and right ears!"
A demon general and four demon soldiers escorted the master and servant. Ye Zi led Little Ye Zi, whose hands were shackled.
The handsome young master's chest was stained a dark reddish-black with blood. He walked quickly, staring in terror at the grave decorations within the stern government office as he was dragged step by step toward the third floor. Footsteps echoed through the long corridor...
With a bang, the doors were pushed open. The room was large, and fully armed demon soldiers stood along both sides.
Their footsteps stopped.
Across from them stood a heavy wooden desk. Behind it, before the window, a figure in white gazed out at the bustling city. Slanting sunlight brought a trace of warmth into the room. Facing the window,