"Ew—so sour!"
A moment later, Ai Qing and Chen Yang squatted under the shade of a tree, each gnawing on a segment of orange.
The sourness made their scalps tingle and their shoulders quiver uncontrollably.
But they still persevered, finishing off the oranges they had just bought.
Tossing the orange peels aside, Chen Yang spread his legs as if he had accomplished some arduous task, "Let's get back to business, what should we do about the assessment?"
"We've come all this way and barely encountered any demons or devils, it seems that Baihua County has a really nice environment."
Ai Qing said, "That newly appointed Governor must be quite competent."
"But we still have to complete the task given to us by the army chief, and sometimes you can't just look at the surface." Zhao Meiying seemed to be reminded of something.
She had spent over a hundred years in the Demon Suppression Army and had experienced countless events.
She remembered one city.