Repay kindness, avenge enmity

"I have no particular opinion."

Under everyone's gaze, Shen Yi merely shook his head lightly.

When it came to commanding the overall situation, how could a young junior like him—someone who had only just started out and could not even name all twenty-seven prefectures—compare to the three Generals of Southern Suppression?

Better not point fingers at things he was not good at.

"It's just that, for some time afterward, I may not remain stationed in the Great Southern Continent."

Shen Yi was giving everyone fair warning in advance. It would not do for every departure to cause a stir like today's.

At those words, everyone froze for a moment.

As a constable of the Demon-Slaying Bureau, leaving one's post publicly without a proper reason was unprecedented in the Great Southern Continent.

Yet Feng Xi and Yang Mingli alone showed no hesitation whatsoever. They simply nodded and added, "Then take care of yourself."

"Since you have returned, we shall head back first."

Yang Mingli rose to his feet and led the titled generals outside. He did not wish to stay another moment; even looking once more at that old thing surnamed Yan made fury rise in his chest.

That stubborn old mule had only one virtue left—his luck. He had picked up, for free, an aid like the General of Nanyang to hold up the nine western prefectures for him.

"Many thanks to you all."

Shen Yi stepped forward to see them off.

After all, they had been running about for his sake. He still had to observe this basic courtesy.

Only after the flowing lights scattered and swiftly vanished beyond the horizon did he turn and return to the residence.

Yet the instant he stepped into the courtyard, he met Yan Lanting's incredulous gaze. Wu Shan beside him wore a