Morning, Black Mountain Government Office.
Jixia walked in with his head held high.
Now he possessed the 'Demon Hunting Spirit Body' and 'Orthodox Fist Dao', his martial prowess swelling, coupled with his past identity and status,
though the position of constable was still manageable with ease, he had no intention of wasting his years there.
After all, he had once served as a 'Black Mountain Guardian'.
Even if it had been decades ago, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Before arriving at the office, Jixia had already contemplated how he would walk the road ahead.
Resources, hunting in Black Mountain, was the path he had once opened for himself; little did he know, the trees planted by his predecessors would now shelter him.
As for skills and techniques, he would follow the clues from past connections, seeking what he could obtain from places like the 'Yunluan Martial Arts Hall' or the 'Guardian Mansion', 'Demon Hunting Department' in Black Mountain City.
