Half a month later, within the newly chosen residence of the Demon Race's Investigation Hall, Samikina's gaze passed over Pei Yan, who was sitting on a wide sofa drinking juice, towards the four cloaked guards standing behind him with their hands lowered in respect. From the moment he entered the room, he had been secretly observing these four individuals, finding that they remained silent about external conversations, their eyes cold and ruthless, with all their attention focused solely on their guarding duties.
Samikina could not fathom how, in merely half a month, the young man before him had managed to tame what once were adversaries like household pets. Thinking about the means involved in this process made him shiver, and his respect and vigilance towards Pei Yan increased by several degrees.
