The upper reaches of Demon Suppression Peak were the core grounds of the Demon Suppression Bureau, guarded far more strictly than the middle reaches. Every few dozen meters along the steps, two Demon Suppression Guards in uniform stood solemnly on either side, their auras steady and their eyes sharp as eagles as they scanned everyone passing by.
Even Zhang Bo, a thousand-man commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau with a distinguished status, had to take the thousand-man commander's token from his waist at every checkpoint and hand it over for inspection. Only after the guards verified it could he proceed.
Xiao Wu was held fast between two personal guards, his head lowered deeply and his whole body trembling.
The deadly atmosphere along the way, the Demon Suppression Guards' cold gazes, and his fear of his unknown fate had stripped him of every trace of his former arrogance. He could only hunch his neck and let the personal guards drag him forward.
Before long, the party reached the upper reaches of Demon Suppression Peak. Continuing onward, they arrived outside a garden with an antique charm.
The garden's gates were tightly shut. Four armored Demon Suppression Guards stood at the entrance, their powerful auras far surpassing those of ordinary Demon Suppression Guards. With solemn expressions, they guarded the entrance without moving a step. It was clear that this was no ordinary place, and security was tight.
Zhang Bo stopped and cupped his hands slightly toward the guards at the entrance.
"Sorry for the trouble, but please inform Commander Fang that Thousand-Man Commander Zhang Bo requests an audience on an urgent matter."
The four guards exchanged glances. One of them nodded slightly and spoke with neither servility nor arrogance.
"Please wait a moment, Thousand-Man Commander Zhang. I will go report your arrival."
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