In the rear courtyard of the prefectural yamen in Shanan, an official stood before the prefecture lord.

"My lord, the sorcerers from the Temple of Flesh and Blood are growing worse by the day! I beg you to give the order, call up the garrison outside the city, and put them down."

The prefecture lord furrowed his brow. "Is there a true demon behind this Temple of Flesh and Blood?"

"That... we can't be certain of. We have taken and killed some of their blood descendants in secret, though. Their methods are uncanny, but they can be killed, so we are confident that the blood descendants are not true demons, at the very least."

The prefecture lord nodded in understanding. Even though the blood descendants who had appeared so far were not true demons themselves, it seemed like the roots of the Temple of Flesh and Blood ran deep and there...