Chen Lin made his way to the Merit Main Hall and learned the man's name along the way: Jing San.
The man was indeed a member of the human race, but he was not a cultivator. He practiced the martial Dao instead. He did not explain his specific cultivation methods, and Chen Lin felt it would be improper to ask.
"All right, this is the place. I have other business, so go inside yourself!"
Jing San pointed at the hall's entrance.
"Thank you!"
Although the man was cold, he had helped him, and Chen Lin thanked him sincerely.
Jing San waved a hand, then hesitated before saying, "Here, apart from the Guard Unit and the people from the General's Mansion, you'd best not trust anyone lightly."
Without waiting for Chen Lin to reply, he hurried away.
Chen Lin frowned. The situation here seemed complicated, with people guarding against one another to such an extent.
He shook his head, turned, and entered the Merit Main Hall.
To his surprise, the hall was utterly empty. There was not a single person inside.
Chen Lin immediately grew wary. The Cyan Vine Shield enveloped his whole body as he took a defensive stance.
He suspected Jing San had deceived him, luring him here for some unsavory purpose.
"What are you doing? If you're here to redeem merit, come over. Otherwise, don't disturb this general's afternoon nap!"
A voice like a cracked gong rang out.
Chen Lin looked toward the voice and discovered it came from overhead. An emerald-green parrot lay on a roof beam, watching him through bleary eyes.
He was speechless.
Why did all the administrators here like lying on beams?
And they were all birds, too-not a single normal one among them. Still, that certainly suited the Nightmare Realm.
"I'm here to