All day, Chen Ping'an had been distracted, his mind on Chen Erya at home. However, he managed to keep a good poker face. Monkey Head and Da Shan were too busy joking around on patrol to notice anything was amiss.
Chen Ping'an, dressed in his Black Clothing and carrying his saber, walked through the streets and alleys, listening to their intermittent conversation.
"Did you see the looks on the Constables' faces today?! Their brows were so furrowed you could almost see cracks forming!"
"Did something happen?"
"Heard of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect!?"
"The Ten Thousand Demons Sect!"
"Demon Fiends from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect have been spotted in the city recently. I heard they're already responsible for several murders in the other districts. In a situation like this, it's not just the Constables in our Nanquan Lane who are feeling the heat—even the Lord Chief above us is under immense pressure!"
"Several murders? It's that serious!"
