The Human Emperor's Household Has No Surplus Grain

Imperial City, Immortal Office.

As a government office directly under the Human Emperor's jurisdiction, the Eight Bureaus bore responsibility for bringing clouds and rain across the realm. The Demon-Slaying Bureau, in particular, held the fort across the four continents, wielding the power of life and death and grinding down countless mighty experts beneath its millstones. Its influence could be said to overshadow both court and country.

Yet such an institution was tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of this vast city.

It was difficult to imagine that, deeper within the office's gloom, the lean middle-aged man seated in that tiny study was Lin Shuya, head of the Immortal Office.

At his gesture, Feng Xi sat down before the desk. Without exchanging much pleasantry, she directly took out the memorial she had prepared long ago and handed it over.

"Did you come alone? Where are the others?"

Lin Shuya raised his eyes slightly and sighed softly. He reached out to accept the memorial and casually opened it.

That secret letter he had sent out back then had not been wasted after all.

Those veteran generals who had fought for the Divine Dynasty for years, dutiful and conscientious, should not have been left to die outside so worthless because of one person's whim.

Saving one was better than saving none.

"General Yang and General Yan are still holding the line in the Southern Continent. They did not come with me," Feng Xi replied softly.

Hearing this, Lin Shuya fell silent for a moment. His brows gradually drew together, but he said no more, instead turning his gaze toward the memorial in his hands.

As the neat rows of tiny characters entered his sight, his eyelids twitched faintly.

Rather than a report on the situation in the Southern Continent, this letter resembled a