Cyan Cloud Avenue, the snow was swirling.
The small shops along the street gradually shut their doors, leaving only a few lanterns swaying in the wind. The door of the Demon Slayer Bureau was half-open, and the constable on duty tightened his coat and leaned against the Wanted List, sleeping soundly, which made the place seem less deserted than usual.
A figure came stepping through the snow from the east of the city.
The constable heard the footsteps and drowsily looked over. In this winter weather, could someone be idle enough to come for a bounty? When he saw a tall, strong man with a stern face, the constable suddenly perked up.
"Mr. Li!"
"Take me to see Director Li."
As summer and autumn passed, the lotus pond at the Demon Slayer Bureau had long withered, leaving the water desolate. In the study, Li Zhihe sat by the fire, brewing a pot of wine.
"Mr. Li, can you drink wine?"
"Naturally."
