With that, Qin Ye departed.

Lei Jun sat listlessly with gleaming eyes, stroking his beard. And then, he paused.

Sigh… How long have I been alive? To think that even my beard is already turning white…

He couldn’t remember. It had probably been over a hundred years since the date of his birth. From a man of total obscurity, he was specially invited by his predecessor to lead the Special Investigations Department and bring together the scattered world of cultivation to become one consolidated unit in the war against the supernatural forces. And then, just like the previous generations of Divine Protectors, he, too, carried out his duties with great diligence.

To think it’s already been more than ten years since I’ve assumed this position…

Is it… finally time to step down? He smiled to himself in contentment. Then, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. Moments later, he left the office and entered a car that was specially prepared for him, before promptly rushing to another location.

Yan Capital had a sense of oppressive darkness about it at night, especially around the outskirts where he was at. Carved beams and painted murals could be seen all around him. The architecture was dated and ancient, but everything appeared spacious and elegant. The road was lined with ginkgo trees, and soldiers could even be spotted standing guard in strict formation. Even someone like Lei Jun had no choice but to go through several rounds of security checks before he was finally granted entry.

He knocked on the door, and it was opened to him after...