You see Southern Continent as fish on the chopping block; I see you all the same way

Southern Continent, Jianyang Prefecture.

Within the quiet prefectural yamen, court officials passed through from time to time. Everyone attended to their own duties, their steps steady and firm, without any hurried impatience.

This composure was unique in the entire Divine Dynasty.

Compared with the other three continents, the Southern Continent still retained its pre-calamity appearance. The common folk lived and worked in peace, the Demon-Slaying Bureau's orders were carried out without fail, and all twenty-seven prefectures enjoyed calm seas and clear rivers, flourishing with vitality.

Yang Mingli leafed through memorials as usual.

Of the three Generals Who Guarded the South, only he had the patience for such mundane affairs.

A red-lipped, white-toothed youth hurried over to the desk and added another peak atop the small mountain of memorials.

Just as he was about to cup his hands and take his leave, Yang Mingli raised his eyes slightly and smiled. "Qingfeng, have you had anything weighing on your mind lately?"

"Reporting to you, sir, Jianyang Prefecture is entirely well." Li Qingfeng gave a respectful yet neither servile nor overbearing salute.

"I meant you yourself." Yang Mingli sighed helplessly.

"This subordinate has no worries." Li Qingfeng smiled. Much of the childishness had faded from his handsome face. After leaving the shelter of his senior brothers and sisters and witnessing the dangers of the world, he had finally ceased, after only a few years, to be the little follower trailing after Nie Jun all day. Nor was he still the "Great Elder" who had thrown his weight around in Nanyang Sect under the prestige of Sect Master Shen.

He was now merely a minor official of the Divine Dynasty, earnestly carrying out his duties. Though it was hardly glamorous, it made him feel incomparably secure.

"Good. Go on, then."

Yang Mingli lightly waved