"Have I let a Pill-Pattern Realm Demon King infiltrate this place?"
Han Dingshan's face instantly turned deathly pale. His lips trembled faintly, but he could not get a word out.
"You think a Pill-Pattern Realm Demon Lord would faithfully honor an agreement?" Yan Tieyi stared at him, his voice cold.
"If it wanted to renege, what could you use to restrain it?"
Han Dingshan's body swayed. He gritted his teeth.
"Then I'll break through before it does. As long as I break through the Pill-Pattern Realm first, Longwind Commandery can still be defended."
"Heh. Wait for you to break through first?"
Yan Tieyi sneered. By now, he no longer cared about the difference in their ranks and began shouting abuse.
"Han Dingshan, you've lived for over three hundred years. With your aptitude, you've entered treasure grounds six times without gathering a single Pill-Pattern. How much longer do you expect it to take?"
"Ten years? Or twenty?"
"A Mystic Core great demon can wipe out an entire county in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. How many cups of tea does Longwind Commandery have to wait for you? And how many does Qingzhou have?"
Han Dingshan's formerly straight back completely collapsed at that moment.
It was as if all the strength had been drained from him. He leaned dejectedly against the stone pillar, his eyes vacant.
"Impossible..."
Yan Tieyi stopped looking at him and turned toward the Captains.
"Bind Han Dingshan."
"The garrison's dereliction of duty has already been uncovered. There's no point in continuing to cover it up."
Several Captains exchanged glances.
They looked at Han Dingshan, slumped against the stone pillar, then at Yan Tieyi, whose face was full of fury. For a moment, they did not know what to do.
Han Dingshan was their