The head of the intelligence department, who had been reprimanded by Steward Zhang earlier, had now completely calmed down. Hearing that his most capable subordinate was going to verify Lin Li's cultivation level—believing his strength was only at the Second Order Middle Stage—he couldn't help but frown.
"Although I doubt that young man named Lin Li is a Second Order High Rank Cultivator.
But since you've decided to test him, you must prioritize your own safety. If things go south, don't force a confrontation.
After all, that's Superpower Administration Bureau territory. Be careful not to let them get on your trail and expose your identity."
"…"
After hearing his superior's words, Li Ying lifted his free left hand and gently touched the wound on his chest.
Although the wound on his chest had been treated and covered with ointment, and the pain had eased considerably after a night of rest, it still hurt at his light touch.
