The two old wooden doors stood half-open, the paint on the threshold long since peeled away to reveal the grayish-white raw wood beneath.
The Nine Netherworlds Divine General stopped before the door, his brow faintly furrowed.
He truly had no idea what that fool Liu Qingshan was up to.
This was the Sky-Patrol Directorate established by the Heavenly Court in Cloud Province Prefecture, overseeing the Sky-Patrolling Guard of an entire province...
What a mighty and imposing institution it was!
Yet Liu Qingshan had turned it into such a shabby, desolate place.
Even if it was meant to conceal itself from prying eyes, to hide greatness amid the marketplace, there was no need to make it look like a beggar's den.
Was he not afraid people would laugh their teeth out at the sight of it?
Still.
As a Heavenly Court Divine General, he naturally had no interest in such trivial, chicken-feather-and-garlic-skin matters.
With that thought in mind.
He raised his heavy boot and viciously kicked the wooden door.
A thunderous crash exploded through the quiet alley.
The weather-beaten door did not even have time to creak before it collapsed inward with a boom, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.
The dim light inside the shop was instantly torn apart by the sudden commotion.
The Nine Netherworlds Divine General shook out his cloak, strode over the threshold, then looked inside coldly. "Where is Liu Qingshan? Get him out here to see me."
"..."
Amid the swirling dust, an elderly man who had been dozing off was startled awake by the deafening crash. He sat there blankly, unable to react for a moment.
Several breaths later.
Elder Liu frowned, a trace of displeasure flashing through his eyes. He had just been about to flare up when he looked ahead and recognized