In the third month of late spring, the remains of snow in the city were melting away. The temperature was gradually warming up, and outside the city, it was the busy farming season.
People on Cyan Cloud Avenue were taking off their cotton-padded jackets and putting on lighter clothes.
After nearly three months, Su Mu returned to the front of the Cyan Cloud Demon Slayer Bureau's government office. A young constable, just transferred from the Patrol Department, caught sight of the approaching tall figure and shouted.
"This is the important site of the Demon Slayer Bureau, no one is allowed..."
Before he could finish, an older constable, about forty years old, hurried forward and slapped him on the back of the head. The young constable, feeling the pain and full of anger, turned around, only to be startled at seeing the old constable.
"Master, why did you hit me?"
"You little brat, it's for your own good. Mr. Li, please follow me!"
