"Hmm?"
"You're with the Heavenly Mandate Society?"
The arrogance on Bald Man's face froze at once.
"You're not qualified to speak with me. Have your Prefectural Yamen Lord come see me." Shen Boxia's tone was cold.
The Prefectural Yamen Lord was naturally Number One Brother of Spring City's Prefectural Yamen.
As for the Heavenly Mandate Society—
That was the faction Shen Boxia belonged to.
How could a peerless genius who had risen to fame so young possibly be a lone wolf? Naturally, he had a Major Faction behind him.
It was only—
He usually preferred to act alone, and now he was following Jiang Qiao.
That was why he rarely announced his background.
The Heavenly Mandate Society was an organization jointly established by the eight foremost great clans of the south. Its duty was simple: mediate disputes within the Supernatural Circle.
The authorities could handle conflicts between independent Special Ability Users.
But when disputes involving great clans arose—
The authorities could usually do nothing more than smooth things over.
If the dispute crossed regional boundaries, it became even more troublesome, as the authorities would need to pick a side.
In the end, the conflict could easily turn into a regional clash.
To curb this situation—
The eight great clans negotiated for years before finally establishing the Heavenly Mandate Society to oversee cross-regional conflicts between great clans, set rules, mediate disputes, and determine right from wrong.
That was why this organization was so terrifyingly powerful.
"Damn it..."
"Why would someone from the Heavenly Mandate Society come to Spring City without a word...?"
Bald Man's expression shifted uncertainly as he asked, "Y-you... what proof do you have that you're with the Heavenly Mandate Society?"
"A little shrimp like you isn't qualified to question me."
"Bring your Prefectural Yamen Lord here."
"Tell him—"