Durin returned to the Marshal Mansion and told the Old Man about the matters from the heavens.
"Do as you see fit. You can trust the Internal Guard Hall to handle things, but dealing with assassins isn't their specialty. You'll need to keep an eye on it," the Old Man advised Durin.
"Alright. By the way, is there a small building nearby? That foolish woman put a bug on me," Durin said as he raised his hand, revealing a small beetle in his palm.
"It seems she's determined to have you. She must be a very powerful assassin, but I'm curious, hasn't she noticed anything off about you?" the Young General mused with some doubt.
"Do you think he looks like something legendary?" the Old Man chuckled.
The Young General was momentarily startled, observing Durin's attire. The shirt and trousers hardly seemed legendary and more like a well-off grandson from a Shangjing family.
