Luoyun City.
The gates of the Yunqian Bureau.
A large crowd was gathered here.
They were all high-ranking members of the Yunqian Bureau, along with some instructors.
A young guard looked at the middle-aged guard beside him in astonishment. "Uncle Tong, what's with all the fanfare? Is some big shot arriving?"
"I hear it's a big shot at the Golden Core Level, the one who was number one at the Yunqian Bureau a few years ago," Uncle Tong said.
"Golden Core?" The young guard was shocked to hear this.
He might never get to see such an important figure in his entire life.
Then, he said with a hint of scorn, "They're all people from the Sects. Song Qing's friend is just some Sect handyman, while this one is a Sect big shot.
"Without the comparison, Song Qing might have actually started to think he was something special."
"Alright, that's enough. Don't let anyone overhear you," Uncle Tong cut him off.
