The next day.
Early morning.
Most people in Qinghe County did not know what had happened last night. Only some Immortal cultivators who were well-informed, or some families with a bit of background, knew what had happened.
Bi Xu, who was the Guest Minister of Qinghe County, did not rest for the whole night. Even though he learned from Bai Yi that the demon cultivator was dead, he still did not let down his guard.
Because the demon cultivator who died was only hidden in the county office, there might be other demon cultivators in Qinghe County.
He had no way to relax.
"Whew..." Looking at the first glimmer of dawn, Bi Xu rubbed his slightly tired glabella.
As an Immortal cultivator, logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be tired after staying up all night.
However, he was very tired. Physically and mentally, he was exhausted.