"Chairman, there's something to report. We discovered a type of mind-controlling demon. It can hide inside a person's soul, and the detectors can't pick it up. We've found three cases so far and dealt with all of them, but we don't know whether there are more in hiding."
Wu Heng nodded. "Have Hans upgrade the detectors. Recall all personnel in the field in batches for testing."
Martin wrote it down in his notebook.
"One more thing. Mary Winchester's condition has stabilized, and she's slowly recovering. Layla said it may take several years."
"Let her recover slowly," Wu Heng said calmly.
He walked into the throne hall and sat down in that executive chair.
The holographic map lit up automatically. Ten zones, densely packed patrol routes, and green dots representing Demon Hunter squads moved slowly across it.
He watched those dots for a long time.
These people, these people working themselves to death for him, these people who thought they were saving the world—they did not know that their blood, their lives, were merely water on a whetstone.
He raised his left hand and looked at the patterns merging in his palm.
Fear, Nurture, Depression, Irritability, Arrogance, Hypocrisy, and Corruption—the seven traits flowed through his palm like a slowly moving river.
Once he obtained Heaven's portion, they would merge completely.
This time, he was willing to wait a little longer. Wait for that blade to be forged, wait for that portion of the trait to mature, like a farmer waiting for wheat to ripen, like a butcher waiting for a pig to fatten up.
This was the patience a hunter had to possess. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his heart gradually calmed.
Half a month later.
Wu Heng raised his left hand and looked at the