There was no emotional fluctuation at all—neither anger nor hatred. Did he view all living beings as mere grass and straw?
"Young Master Lin, what should we do? Could this murderer... be something inhuman?"
Seeing Lin Xuan remain silent for so long, the deputy general beside him grew even more uneasy.
Lin Xuan chuckled. "What do you mean, inhuman? He is merely a master who has trained his martial arts to the utmost. There are no ghosts or gods in this world—only people pretending to be ghosts and gods."
His laugh brimmed with confidence, as though that terrifying method of murder was nothing more than a trivial trick in his eyes.
That confidence immediately spread to those around him, and much of the fearful atmosphere dissipated.
"Young Master Lin, then we..."
"Pass down my orders!"
Lin Xuan's expression turned stern. Since the other party was a master on the same level, he could not let ordinary soldiers under his command go to their deaths.
"From today onward, double the number of men in the city patrols. They must move in groups of five and must not split up! The moment anything unusual is discovered, send a signal immediately. No one is to act on their own!"
"Yes!"
"Inform the gate guards and covert scouts to keep a close watch on unfamiliar people appearing in the city. Pay particular attention to those with unusual bearing, strange behavior, or people who do not stand out—monks, Taoist priests, old men, beggars, and the like. As long as they are not familiar faces, be extra vigilant and keep a record of them."
Lin Xuan knew that once someone had reached that realm, if they truly wished to conceal their aura, ordinary soldiers would have no way of detecting them. But so long as that