After seeing the courtyard gate open, the middle-aged man walked in without the slightest delay.
Inside the courtyard, Yuan Zhen sat solemnly on a stone stool, his eyes fixed on the tabletop. Several sound-transmission talismans lay there, and he seemed to be pondering something.
Even after the middle-aged man reached the front of the stone table, Yuan Zhen continued staring at the tabletop without uttering a word.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man did not dare speak either. He stopped before the stone table, lowered his hands, and stood quietly awaiting the other's instructions.
At this moment, Martial Uncle Yuan's aura had become utterly plain and unremarkable, making him seem like an ordinary mortal. The middle-aged man knew that Yuan Zhen had fully concealed his aura.
He could not help but sigh inwardly. Martial Uncle Yuan's cultivation had improved yet again, becoming even more unfathomable. Not the slightest trace of his aura leaked out.
After roughly dozens of breaths, Yuan Zhen finally raised his head slowly.
"This incident at the market is extremely serious. One is dead and one is injured. Elder Lin's injuries are also grave, far from optimistic.
"Although I gave him medicinal pills and personally assisted in treating his wounds, Elder Lin will still need quite some time to make a full recovery.
"You will now head to the market as well and join the defense. For the next half year, be strict in letting people in and lenient in letting them out. Every person entering the market must present a clear token of identification, or they will not be allowed inside.
"What I require is a token that can genuinely verify their identity, not some casually fabricated trinket. If anyone is found neglecting their duty, kill them on the spot to serve as a warning to others.