The composure on Zhang Chengyuan's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a deep, unshakable anxiety.
He sighed softly and said, "Patriarch, the Demon Suppression Bureau is clearly watching us now. We'll have to be doubly careful from now on."
Zhang Yanzong suddenly let out a low laugh, a sound as strange as dry leaves scraping across stone. "A mere Demon Suppression Guard? He's completely worthless. I could crush him with a flick of my finger."
He paused, his gaze turning colder. "What annoys me are those old fools in the family. Even now, they can't see the writing on the wall. They have no idea that the very heavens are about to change..."
"Patriarch, you mean...?" Zhang Chengyuan's expression flickered.
"The Demon Suppression Bureau just wants to use this young Demon Suppression Guard as bait to lure us out."
