Qing City.
Within a quiet and secluded courtyard,
Shen Shiyin was bowing, his expression reverent as he reported something to the middle-aged man seated in the place of honor before him.
If one were to get closer,
they would be able to hear frequent mentions of Dawan Village, Shen Changchuan, Demon Beast attacks, and financial losses.
After a long moment,
the middle-aged man in the seat of honor nodded slightly, his lips moving faintly.
It was impossible to tell what he said,
but it caused Shen Shiyin to break out in a sweat, his legs to go weak, and nearly made him kneel on the ground as he lowered his head and explained himself repeatedly.
After another long moment, the Transportation Envoy waved his hand, finally allowing Shen Shiyin to withdraw.
As he walked out of the courtyard gate,
Shen Shiyin's legs felt weak, and his back was soaked through with a cold sweat.
'Damn it! I never should have volunteered for that mission!'
