South City, Qing Province. The Demon Suppression Bureau.
The towering black structure loomed like a colossal beast in Profound Armor, crouching amidst the bustling city.
Its murderous aura was bone-chillingly cold, a sight that could make one's heart pound with fear.
The Demon Suppression Bureau was the sharp sword that maintained peace in Qing Province, with people constantly coming and going—
Either Demon Suppression Guards clad in Profound Armor, rushing about.
Or spies from various regions, riding hard day and night to report on bizarre cases.
Chu Fan, dressed in a simple and unassuming blue gown, slowly stepped across the tall, heavy threshold of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
The Demon Suppression Guards he encountered along the way stopped in their tracks, cupping their fists in respectful salute.
Several Demon Suppression Captains also smiled and nodded upon seeing him, their gazes filled with a hint of approval.
