"Exactly. So what if he's from the War Dragon Sect? He's just a youngster.
According to our investigation, he's only eighteen or nineteen. Even if he joined the War Dragon Sect, he'd only be a small fry.
We're members of the city's National Security Bureau, after all, not figures molded from clay and pasted together with paper," the mature-looking young man said with a hint of disdain.
"Yes, the War Dragon Sect is a Jianghu sect, with a strong Jianghu flavor.
When our department encounters major incidents we can't handle, we occasionally seek their reinforcements.
But saying some junior disciple could swagger onto the heads of National Security in a sub-provincial city like ours is just ridiculous," another middle-aged man said, nodding.
"A youngster? He's the Third Elder, Old Zheng!" the first middle-aged man snorted coldly.
"Th-third Elder? Old Chen, th-that can't be right. He's only eighteen or nineteen. How could he be part of their core leadership?" Old Zheng jumped in fright too, his expression changing drastically as he began stumbling over his words.
"Who told you not to look at the Command Token?" Old Chen said.
"Ah... we nearly dug up the ground over the head of the God of Calamity today. Who could have expected the illustrious Third Elder to condescend to visit our Yunhai City?" Old Zheng sighed.
"What's so strange about that? Aren't they just like us, mingling among ordinary people? That sesame flatbread seller might be some elder or other," Old Chen said with a laugh.
"That's our mission," Old Zheng said, nodding.
"Actually, having such an important figure here is a good thing," Old Chen said with a smile.
"Of course. We can go to him with anything we can't resolve," Old Zheng said, smiling too.
"Why don't we build a good relationship