"You'll have to put some effort into guiding these few."
"If they don't behave, I'll make them crawl back where they came from."
Luo Chen poured a cup of tea for Wang Yue across from him and spoke softly.
"Don't worry, Boss. Leave it to me."
Wang Yue thumped his chest in assurance.
Although his cultivation and potential were not particularly high, he was efficient in handling matters, and Luo Chen had grown accustomed to entrusting certain things to him.
As time passed, even Demon Suppression Captains had to show him a measure of respect.
This invisible elevation in status
did not make Wang Yue swell with arrogance.
Because he knew where all of it had come from.
Instead, he became even more cautious in his dealings.
"Mm. There may be major moves from above soon. Take advantage of this lull and cultivate properly."
Luo Chen waved his hand and gave one final reminder.
"Boss, what is it?"
Wang Yue asked carefully.
"I'm not entirely sure either, but it should be announced soon."
Luo Chen's brows gradually furrowed as he pondered it inwardly.
His status as a Demon Suppression Captain allowed him to learn certain information in advance, though not much.
"Understood, Boss. I'll head back first."
Wang Yue left with a heavy heart.
Luo Chen rose and stood before the window, gazing at the streets outside the Demon Suppression Bureau compound, where people flowed like weaving threads.
The Great Gan Dynasty had been destroyed for quite some time already.
Even though the Northern Border lay far from the imperial capital, such a long time had passed, yet the news had somehow failed to spread among the common people.
Only certain high-ranking martial artists and noble lineages knew.
King Zhenbei's Mansion was presumably controlling the news deliberately.
The martial prowess