The streets of Azure Wind City were several times more crowded than usual.
Qin He wore a woven bamboo hat, its brim pulled low to hide most of his face. The hem of his dark robe brushed lightly through the crowd, utterly out of place amid the surrounding clamor.
The aftermath of exterminating the evil demons had yet to disperse. A faint aura of laws still lingered in the air, but on the lips of the common folk, it had completely changed its form.
"The Divine Court has shown its power!" An old man carrying a basket of vegetables muttered as he walked, his face filled with piety. "Those evil demons in the Soul-Eroding Abyss have occupied it for a thousand years. So many cultivators perished in there. Only the Divine Court could send immortals to act and rid the people of evil!"
"Exactly!" A woman beside him echoed, several sticks of incense still clutched in her hand. "Golden-black rays appeared in the sky just now. It must have been the divine art of a Divine Court immortal! We need to hurry to the Divine Shrine and kneel in worship, thanking them for their divine grace!"
Such remarks rose and fell without end. As Qin He listened, his fingers twitched slightly.
He had expended Demonic Essence to purify the miasma and slain the evil demons, yet in the end, all the credit had been placed on the Divine Court's head.
The absurdity of it left a bitter taste in his heart.
After following the crowd for about half the time it took an incense stick to burn, the noise ahead grew ever more intense. Qin He raised his eyes and saw a majestic structure standing at the end of his vision—the Divine Court Shrine of Azure Wind City.
The Divine