The Road Ahead Was Shrouded in Fog, a Prodigy Entered the World

It was midsummer once again.

Ever since Wu Shan had been rescued, colleagues under the other two Generals Who Guarded the South had rarely come over to "visit" within the Nine Prefectures.

It was not because any rift had formed after the last incident.

As one titled general had put it, the separation of their branches had been a decision from above. Those below merely followed orders; privately, they were still good brothers.

The main reason was exactly as Shen Yi had anticipated: across all twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Southern Continent, both the court and the Demon-Slaying Bureau had abruptly become busy.

The demon hordes that had appeared out of nowhere had yet to launch a large-scale invasion, but their frequent, cost-free probing faintly revealed the determination of the great demons behind them.

The Southern Emperor was not an isolated case among demons who had retreated to desolate overseas islands out of fear of the Divine Dynasty and the Immortal Court.

There were far too many similar beings.

Now that they had returned to the lands of the Divine Land, the first thing they wanted was to find out how much strength this vast, somewhat unfamiliar realm still possessed.

Once the demons had sounded out the truth, the consequences were almost predictable.

Under such circumstances, Wu Shan was frantic with worry. Every day, he exchanged messages with the demon slayers across the three prefectures under his jurisdiction, hoping that if anything went wrong, he would receive word at once.

Thinking of this, he clenched the jade slip and looked again toward the tightly shut door.

To be fair, if Shen Yi had not been his savior, then let alone a peak fourth-grade cultivator, even Old Master Yan would have made Wu Shan jump up and demand an explanation.

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