“……”
Shen Yi glanced at Meng Xiuwen’s sheepish, forced smile, then looked down at the bloodied severed head at their feet.
He roughly understood why the other had such an awkward expression.
After all, the Demon-Slaying Department was quite different from the Demon Suppression Department.
The latter operated under direct orders from the Martial Temple, officially governing Jiuzhou.
Within the Great Qian realm, the Martial Temple was an unquestionable authority.
But in Shenzhou, the imperial court’s control was clearly balanced by the Immortal Court.
Thus, the Demon-Slaying Department had many considerations when handling matters.
Secret forces had to be cautious to avoid attracting the attention of the Immortal Court.
Like the situation before them now, it obviously wasn’t severe enough to risk angering a Taiyi Immortal and have them come down dead.
“I swear I didn’t mean to.”
Meng Xiuwen gritted his teeth in frustration, cursing as he spoke, “I originally planned just to take that broken net and leave. Who knew this brat started yelling about how arrogant I was and charged at me like he was crazy? Even though he’s roughly a sixth-grade cultivator, how could he be so brainless?”
Ye Jing suddenly cut off his complaint. “It’s about the same here.”
“Ah?”