At Drum Mountain City Yamen, the magistrate Zhang Qing sat with a heavy look on his face, unable to keep still.

He was not a muddle-headed official. He simply had no wish to involve himself in anything and wanted a quiet post in a quiet town. However, for the last few months, he had been getting the faint sense that Drum Mountain City was not quiet at all.

"The Temple of Flesh and Blood..." he murmured under his breath. He knew of its existence and had known for some time. What he did not know was what sort of power it actually was. Was it demons or something else entirely? He truly had no idea.

He had seen how uncanny and how frightening a blood descendant was, and he leaned toward demons being behind the whole thing.

In recent times, the court was blind and incompetent, and everything seemed to paint the picture of a dynasty in its last years. Zhang Qing had sent request...