At that moment, Yan Wuyuan took another map atlas from a hidden compartment behind her desk and spread it across the tabletop.
Her slender finger pointed to a spot marked with a red circle as she said:
"White Fish City."
"The only county seat within the Prefectural City's jurisdiction that borders White Dragon Marsh in Qing Province. It has abundant supplies and trade routes reaching in every direction."
Her fingertip traced the trade routes on the map before finally stopping on the symbol for White Fish City.
"So the Nine Evil Sect absolutely cannot be allowed to move against it."
"But only one altar master has shown himself so far, so the disturbance hasn't been too great."
"But if you really can uncover that Incense Master's whereabouts, this will become a major affair!"
Yan Wuyuan raised her eyes to Yi Yang, a rare hint of solemnity entering her voice.
"If you can handle this cleanly and decisively, it won't merely be a matter of earning some merit."
"You might even take a great stride forward on the strength of it and be promoted directly to Candidate Chief Inspector by the Chief Inspector himself."
Candidate Chief Inspector.
Yi Yang couldn't help freezing for a moment when he heard that.
He understood all too well the weight those words carried.
It wasn't some empty title. It meant genuinely stepping into the heart of the Prefectural City's power structure.
A severalfold increase in monthly pay was secondary. The crucial part was the leap in access to resources and cultivation methods.
Painting him a pie in the sky?
Of course she was.
But she had painted a big enough pie.
Yi Yang folded the atlas and tucked it into his robes, then cupped his fist. "I'll do my utmost."
Yan Wuyuan said nothing. She