"Young Master, Young Master." A pleasantly-surprised shout sounded from afar.
Xu Jingming turned his head and saw the delighted Wu Qi. "Uncle Qi, what's wrong?"
"Demon," Wu Qi said excitedly. "I've gotten news of a demon."
Poor Wu Qi had been in the prefecture capital for nearly two months. He often visited teahouses, opera houses, and other crowded places to gather news, but every time he heard the news on the streets, the weaker demons had long been dealt with.
Finally, he heard valuable news today, so Uncle Qi was naturally excited.
"Where?" Xu Jingming flashed to Wu Qi's side and asked, "Is it still alive?"