"How did you make it back alive?"
Commander Li sounded incredulous, as though he suspected he had misheard.
A second-tier demon was something even a dark force martial artist might not be able to bring down.
Three bright force martial artists and a handful of laborers had encountered a second-tier demon and returned unscathed?
That was even more absurd than walking down the road and getting hit on the head by silver falling from the sky.
Mo Yun rubbed his brow, then gave him a rough account of what had happened.
He explained how they had arrived at the White Shark Gang's Clearwind Town branch to discover everyone slaughtered, how Branch Master Han Lie had mortally wounded the Wolf Demon at the cost of his own life and left a clue, and how he had followed its scent deep into the mountains before killing it while it was grievously injured.
Naturally, he said nothing about the Black-and-White Seal absorbing the demon's essence.
He also told him about their encounter with Painted Skin on the way back.
Of course, he could not possibly describe the specifics of the illusion.
When Commander Li finished listening, understanding dawned on his bronze face.
He let out a heavy breath and regarded Mo Yun with a complicated look. Only after a long while did he sigh. "To think the White Shark Gang's Clearwind Town branch suffered such a calamity. That fellow Han Lie... ah..."
He shook his head halfway through and said no more.
Clearly, Commander Li and Han Lie had been on friendly terms.
After a moment of silence, Commander Li's expression turned solemn. He set his face and said seriously:
"But Mo Yun, I have to give you a talking-to."
"Even a gravely wounded second-tier demon is beyond a bright force martial artist's