Jianyang Prefecture Mansion.
Shen Yi had just returned to the courtyard, listening to Wushan's incessant talk about the matter of Lord Yang's visit to confront him.
"It's absurd, they have no evidence at all, yet they assume that the nine prefectures in the west are concealing a demon disaster and not reporting it, and you even sympathize with them… By the way, how are things over there?"
This stocky and hefty man spat and suddenly asked curiously, "A demon disaster significant enough for you to personally attend must be no small matter."
"It's already resolved."
Shen Yi stretched his arms and briefly replied.
On his way back, he had already transformed the corpses of those demons into Town Stones and dispatched them to all twenty-seven factions across the Great Nan Continent.