Jingye Operation

Nanyan City.

Jingye Division's main hall.

Su Yu sat in a chair near the front, close to the seat of honor. Glancing around, she saw more and more experts stream in.

A dense, oppressive aura surged through the hall, threatening to crush the cramped space.

In the seat of honor, a tall figure wreathed in clear light sat calmly, his true face impossible to make out. His head hung low, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

In the seat closest to the left of the seat of honor, a middle-aged man sat with a solemn expression, looking exceptionally serious.

The man had gray eyes and a lean face with unremarkable features. The most striking thing about him was the long, thin scar on his forehead, which nearly circled his entire head. It was a horrifying sight.

At that moment, he held a longsword in his arms, silent.

Seeing this, Su Yu instinctively tensed.

"Something major happened in Nanyan Prefecture tonight."

She couldn't tell who the person in the seat of honor really was because his face was hidden, but she knew the man holding the sword all too well.

He was her direct superior.

The master of the Nanyan Prefecture Jingye Division.

Yang Qingmu.

As one of the few great experts in Nanyan City and the head of the government's Jingye Division, Yang Qingmu was one of the true powers in this region. Only the other government leaders and the heads of the major sects and clans could compare.

In Su Yu's memory, although Yang Qingmu was in charge of the Jingye Division, he rarely showed himself these days or oversaw the division's affairs. Instead, he had delegated most of his authority, leaving several deputy division heads to keep the Jingye Division running.

As for Yang Qingmu