A month later,
Yang Manor,
Yang Zongcheng, the exhausted-looking Patriarch Yang, had no choice but to force himself to stay alert and receive a supposedly high-ranking figure from above.
"Yang Zongcheng, is that right? Your son, Yang Qingyun, has controlled the supernatural. According to the imperial court's rules, he must register with the court and join the Demon Suppression Division."
"Hurry and go call him out. He'll return to the prefectural city with me later!"
The high-ranking figure from the prefectural city was already seated in the main seat of the hall, issuing orders to Yang Zongcheng without the slightest courtesy.
All for a mere rural lineage, forcing him to make a long journey of three hundred li.
The moment he thought of how he had been pushed around while recruiting people in the prefectural city and had been forced to take on this troublesome task, combined with the fatigue of rushing all the way here, the high-ranking figure from the prefectural city felt a surge of displeasure.
His expression was utterly unapologetic.
"Ah, my lord, this..."
A troubled look appeared on Yang Zongcheng's face, while his heart was filled with complicated emotions.
To be honest,
He had almost never taken this son born to a concubine seriously.
He had only caught sight of him once during the New Year's Eve family reunion, when everyone gathered for dinner and raised their cups, and even then, he had paid him no attention.
Sometimes, he did not even remember whether this son existed.
Because of that,
Although they were father and son, one could imagine what their relationship was like.
It was not that he did not want to summon that son.
The high-ranking figure from the prefectural city seated in the main seat was a truly important person.
In the past,