Li Yan frowned deeply, feeling somber.
The imprisonment of Fatty Lin and his two companions, along with the mysterious death of Tian Qianhu, weighed heavily on his heart, not to mention the matter of the Yangzhou Tripod.
"Rest assured."
Wang Daoxuan comforted him upon seeing this, "Every problem has a solution, and the court will definitely send someone regarding such a major issue."
Li Yan nodded, his sharp gaze sweeping over the spacious and sparsely populated hall, where incense was barely burning. A thought crossed his mind, and he directly asked, "Forgive my bluntness, Senior Zhang. Jinling is an important town in Jiangnan, and the City God Temple is pivotal in managing local mundane affairs and communicating between the Yin and Yang. Yet why is this place… so deserted amidst the lurk of pirates and the chaos caused by demons?"
"Is there a shortage of staff at your temple?"
Zhang Jingqing's face momentarily stiffened before turning slightly bitter.
