Another half month has passed.
Inside the government office, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Xu Mo had just been summoned alone into the inner hall by Commander Zhou Cang. Before he could speak, he sensed trouble from the solemn expression on Zhou Cang's face.
Zhou Cang first dismissed those nearby, then lowered his voice to speak:
"There's something I shouldn't tell you too early, but given your family's special situation, I have to notify you in advance."
Xu Mo's heart tightened: "Commander, please speak."
"There's been a mishap in the pursuit of Wuluomu." Zhou Cang sighed, "The Red-Clothed Divine Constable personally took action and fought a fierce battle with that demon in Qingliang Mountain, severely injuring him, but… couldn't capture him."
Xu Mo's face changed dramatically: "How can this be? That's the Red-Clothed Divine Constable!"
