The Peril of Danyang

Rain blurred everything into a bleak haze.

A silver robe stood out sharply amid the mud.

Someone from the Head Office.

A Silver Robe inspector, no less!

The imperial court had not forgotten the East Riverlands!

"Your subordinate is Wang Shuixiang, Langjiang of the East Riverlands Regional Office."

Ignoring the mud covering him, the one-eyed man dropped to one knee, cupped his fists, and roared,

"Greetings, Lord Jiang!"

Dozens of men behind him knelt as one.

"Greetings, my lord!"

The crying inside the ruined temple stopped.

The ragged commoners did not know what rank an inspector held, but when they saw the soldiers who usually carried themselves so proudly kneel, they hurriedly prostrated themselves too. They dared only steal glances at this godlike figure from the corners of their eyes.

Jiang Yuechu's expression remained calm. She gave a slight nod.

"Rise."

She had no desire to exchange pleasantries with them.

Her gaze fell on the enormous headless demon corpse, and a red glint flickered in her eyes.

But with so many people around, she could not use the Blood Sustenance Art in public.

With that in mind,

she seized the thick demon tail in one hand and picked up its head with the other.

"If nothing else is wrong, I'll be on my way."

As the young woman walked away, the white demon horse following obediently behind her, Wang Shuixiang abruptly raised his head.

"Please wait, my lord!"

"Please save the people of Danyang!"

Jiang Yuechu stopped and turned around.

"Danyang's commander was gravely wounded by a Great Demon. He's been poisoned, and we don't know if he'll live."

"The city has no one to lead it, with demons lurking on every side."

"If that beast comes back, the hundreds of thousands of people in the city may become its