The demons' escape from the dungeon soon drew the authorities' attention.
Ripples spread through the previously tranquil Badu. Constables headed to various parts of the city, though most of those dispatched were only at the Transformation (Yin Immortal) level.
By then, Jiang Yanzhi had already reached the outskirts, emerging from underground in a somewhat bedraggled state.
He looked around, feeling that the authorities' response was all thunder and little rain.
"I wonder which governor is presiding over the Metropolitan Examination. If they're on the Clans' side, there's no doubt we'll have a major problem on our hands."
The demons followed Jiang Yanzhi to the outskirts, soil cascading from their bodies.
They instinctively narrowed their eyes, finding the sunlight somewhat uncomfortable.
Soon, they caught the various scents permeating the air. Strongest among them was the scent of living humans, and their craving for flesh and blood surged ceaselessly.
"Urgh."
The wolf demon covered his mouth, saliva dripping down. His pupils shrank to pinpoints as his gaze locked onto the distant streets bustling with people, his limbs twitching involuntarily.
The Snake Demon fared even worse, unable to maintain the last traces of a transformed appearance.
The Snake Demon dropped flat to the ground, reduced to a python three or four meters long. As Zhu Wu suppressed his greed, he could not help looking at Jiang Yanzhi, who showed not the slightest craving for flesh and blood and was instead exceptionally calm.
His heart jolted. Could this supposed immortal master truly exist?
Jiang Yanzhi's gaze passed through the sparse trees and locked precisely onto the Market Ward. The fluctuations of Ren Qing's divine sense came from there. He then noticed that the Primordial Beginning Temple also stood at the ward's edge.
"Hmm?"
He discovered that the Imperial Court Scroll had grown somewhat thin,