Pei Nanbei heard the words of Song Chai Xin.
He nodded slightly, without expressing any objection.
"Then, it's settled."
In fact, no matter what choice he made.
For Pei Nanbei, it was the same.
And on one side, Demon Hunter General Ye Cang, the sharpness in his eyes had not yet faded.
However, when he recalled the person represented by that statue in the center of the Martial Temple,
he felt relieved.
The Great Zhao Demon Hunting Department, whether it is the Demon Hunter General, City Demon Hunter, or the Gold, Silver, and Bronze Demon Hunting Patrols corresponding to the Seventh, Eighth, Ninth Grades.
Which one does not revere that person as if worshipping a god?
The true image may no longer be traceable.
But the records engraved in various sects and government offices had long elevated the status of that 'Great Demon Hunter Master' to an extremely sacred and glorious level.
Without the Empress,
who else but him?
