At this time, it was noon. But because of the Demon Suppression Division's special nature, few commoners dared approach it.
The streets were deserted.
A veiled woman in a goose-yellow dress swayed gracefully as she slowly approached.
Though her face was covered by the veil, her eyes revealed a chill no one else could hope to match.
She was like a snow-capped mountain soaring into the clouds.
Even from far away, one could feel her cold, distant aura.
Compared to the woman's chill, the desolation of the street seemed far inferior.
When the cold woman drew near, Division Magistrate Zhang stepped forward with a solemn expression.
"Master Ye, please..."
There were no unnecessary pleasantries, but the moment Division Magistrate Zhang uttered the words "Master Ye," they carried enough weight.
Head Constable Xie drew in a sharp breath.
Before coming here, he had known that the person they were receiving was no ordinary figure, but he had not expected her to be held in such high regard.
In this era, addressing a woman as "Master" could be considered the utmost respect.
He guessed at the woman's identity, but after thinking for a long while, he could not make sense of it.
The cold woman in the goose-yellow dress nodded slightly and answered with a single word. "All right."
Her words were brief, and her aloofness made people afraid to approach her, yet no one present found it strange.
That chilly air around her seemed utterly fitting for a woman in a goose-yellow dress.
The woman surnamed Ye walked inside.
Division Magistrate Zhang quietly turned his head and spoke to Head Constable Xie in a barely audible voice. "Ninth Disciple of the National Teacher, Ye Shuang."
Just one sentence made Head Constable Xie feel ice-cold all over.
Who was the National Teacher?