Majin King? Majin King!! Upon seeing the young man suddenly appear, the signature sports headband clearly visible, Zhang Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, his spine's hair standing on end. His body immediately registered signals of fear and tension, flooding with adrenaline to meet the real-time crisis unfolding before him. How could he be here? Has he finally found me? No, that couldn't be—my home address couldn't have been exposed. Even if Majin King discovered it, he would surely come to my house, not appear here like this. He wasn't coming specifically for me—was he coming for this young man? Or was he merely passing through? In an instant, Zhang Yuan's thoughts raced across ten thousand miles, yet on the surface, he maintained the earlier shock and fear. He gently pulled at Kou Beiyue's sleeve, stepped forward a few paces, and fixed his gaze on the Majin King, asking, "Who are you, and why have you been following us?" The Mage-Eye King is a chaotic faction, and Kou Beiyue is also chaotic—so the likelihood of them being allies rather than adversaries is much higher. I've shown a certain protective stance toward Kou Beiyue. The Mage-Eye King can't possibly slaughter his teammates, can he? Even though I myself am a lawful faction. Zhang Yuanqing played a subtle move. Once he realized the Mage-Eye King wasn't coming directly at him, his composure settled. Otherwise, he'd have to kneel in the "tiger landing" posture, bowing low and cry out, "King, please spare my life!" Yet Kou Beiyue performed an unexpected action—she adopted a defensive stance and spoke softly, "He might be a sorcerer of the Saintly Realm, a creature of persuasion. This person is very unusual. We must be cautious." This person is very unusual. We must be cautious. We must be cautious... Zhang Yuanqing listened, his expression slightly stiffening. In his mind, he thought—what does that even mean? Are you not friends? You're showing this defensive posture, and it's making me feel uneasy. This person isn't just a Saint—he's a master-level powerhouse. The sudden shift left Zhang Yuanqing feeling utterly at a loss. Escaping was certainly a dead end—though his night-wanderer skill was hailed as a divine talent for stealth, he had little hope of evading a master-level powerhouse given the vast gap in their ranks. A direct confrontation wouldn't work either; before the Mage-Eye King, he simply couldn't stand firm. In fact, he felt completely weak, his bones yielding under pressure. "Before Zhang Yuanqing could reply, his eyes narrowed, flashing with cold light, and he said, 'Ah, I know—officials colluding with bandits, oppressing the people—such deaths are nothing to lament.' His tone carried not a single trace of hostility, even a warm, smiling one; yet Zhang Yuanqing, under that gaze, felt as though deep within a cold cellar, his body and spirit chilled to the core. 'You're the bandit! Who do you think you're dealing with?' the proud young man snapped. You damn well stop talking—don't you dare make me part of this fatal mistake... Zhang Yuanqing mentally raged, though with寇北月's interruption, his mind finally began to clear. This寇北月 is a promising junior picked by the Magician of the Mystic Eye to be brought north for cultivation. If that's the case, then indeed, 'an ally, not an enemy.' Hmm, this person is a passionate idealist—deeply resentful of corrupt officials and those who bully the weak. I should speak in ways that appeal to him, win his favor. This isn't flattery to an enemy—it's strategic risk mitigation." Zhang Yuanqing felt a little more at ease, adopted a serious tone, and said: "I have no fault as an official, but he is not a bandit. He is a good man. Just now, at the nightclub, he could have easily killed ordinary people to heal his injuries, or made a final stand, or restored his condition to escape—yet he did none of these. Instead, he chose to linger on the brink of death himself, unwilling to sacrifice the lives of the innocent. Such a precious quality surpasses most people in the world. Even many official figures lack this awareness. If he is a bandit, then every person in the world is a bandit." Kou Beiyue listened in stunned silence, thinking: "So I truly possess such noble qualities? I never realized it myself." The Mage-Eyed King smiled gently and said: "But he is a villain by profession." "What does that matter?" Zhang Yuanqing asked, straightening his chest with a passionate, reflective tone. "Even in the worst of groups, there are always good people." Not every evil profession is utterly corrupt, nor every lawful one inherently kind. I no longer judge people solely by the nature of their profession. "As long as they're good—whether they come from an evil or a lawful profession—I'm their friend. As long as they commit wrongdoing—regardless of whether they're lawful or evil—I'm their enemy." At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing's image shone brightly in Kou Beiyue's mind, towering and noble, only slightly behind the Master Wuhen. He suddenly understood why the reserved, watchful Xiao Yuan had become friends with him. No one would refuse to be friends with such a man. The Mage-Eyed King seemed surprised to hear this answer, pausing briefly before smiling warmly: "Interesting. Truly interesting! I've met many good people among the lawful professions, yet I don't particularly like them. They're rigid in thought, doing what's just, yet they are guardians of the old order—obstacles to the cleansing of the world." "You're quite different from the conventional model. While others emphasize order, you place greater value on following your inner guidance—your sense of right and wrong. That, precisely, is what I strive for." He expressed clear appreciation, murmuring, "Then let me see if your words are truly sincere." As he spoke, two crimson glyphs shimmered in his pupils, radiating a vibrant red glow. Zhang Yuanqing's body instantly went rigid; his mind grew hazy, and he lost all capacity for thought, his own pupils diffusing into a blur. With no chance to respond, Zhang Yuanqing was swiftly captivated. The Mage-Eye King drew out a sharp fruit knife, stood still, and played with it, smiling as he asked, "Have you ever exploited your position to embezzle funds, accept bribes, extort money, misappropriated public funds, or generated illicit income? Have you ever committed acts of sexual assault or coercion against women?" He posed a series of questions, covering nearly every potential offense an official might commit. He was so familiar… Zhang Yuanqing's expression was listless, his voice hollow: "No." No? The Mage-Eye King remained silent for several seconds, then sighed, with a tone of quiet reflection: "You're fortunate. For now, I can't find any evidence to prove your guilt." He immediately lifted the spell. Kou Beiyue watched the scene from the side, bewildered, unsure whether the one enforcing justice or the one manipulating the situation was truly the rightful authority. A chaotic profession interrogating an orderly one—had they done anything wrong? Is there anything more absurd than that? Yes. Indeed, it's even more astonishing when an orderly profession has done absolutely nothing wrong—can such a person still be considered human? Good heavens, I'd almost been completely controlled. Fortunately, my tenure as an official enforcer has been so brief that I haven't yet had time to embezzle or accept bribes. Also, in this man's eyes, spreading indecent images and videos isn't even a capital offense. Zhang Yuanqing regained control of his body and felt a layer of cold sweat rise on his back. "May I now leave?" Zhang Yuanqing maintained composure on the surface. "King of the Mystic Eyes smiled warmly and nodded, 'What's your spiritual realm ID?' Zhang Yuanqing replied solemnly, 'Yuan Ting!' The King of the Mystic Eyes inclined his head slightly, 'From Kangyang District?' 'Yes.' 'Excellent. Then please answer me one more question.' He stroked his chin, curious, 'What do you think the Prime Celestial Sovereign is like?' ... Zhang Yuanqing's face remained serious as he spoke slowly and deliberately, 'He is a person of a higher purity, greater courage, and greater integrity than myself. Before him, I often feel out of place because I am not as upright as he is.' The King of the Mystic Eyes was visibly stunned. ... In the ancient Buddhist hall of Wuhen Hotel, where the scent of sandalwood drifted gently, Xiao Yuan bowed to the silhouetted figure in green robes beneath the statue. 'Lord Kou Beiyue has violated the rules you established, secretly seeking justice against official officials, only to be blocked by his adversaries at the night club.' 'Would you like me to intervene and save him?' The voice of Master Wuhen, strained with pain, echoed throughout the hall. Xiao Yuan gently shook her head: "I've already sought aid from Yuan Shi Tian Zun. He rescued Kou Bei Yue, and in return, I intend to join his faction." Master Wuhen seemed somewhat surprised, remaining silent for a while. "Excellent!" His voice resonated clearly in the stillness of the hall after a long pause. Master Wuhen has come to appreciate this young man as well... Xiao Yuan continued: "What about Kou Bei Yue's future?" "Kou Bei Yue has not yet purified his six faculties—he cannot let go of his resentment. From this day forward, he will be expelled from Wuhen Hotel. He shall return only when he has cleansed his heart and renewed his spirit." "Understood." ... The Mage-Eye King's astonishment gradually faded, a subtle smile forming at the corners of his mouth. "Interesting. Very interesting." "I find myself eager to meet this young fellow—he's sure to be quite entertaining." After a moment's reflection, he added: "In truth, I myself am also a disciplined, rule-abiding spirit of enchantment. I deeply admire your perspective, and I agree with you that order and evil are not the standards by which we judge good and evil— "We could become friends and stay in touch—especially if you could share Tianzun Yuanshi's social media profile with me. I'd be really happy." I'll only recommend the Dog Elder to you... Zhang Yuanqing couldn't refuse, so he bravely pulled out his phone and added the Mage-Eyed King as a friend. Suddenly, his phone felt incredibly heavy, as though he wanted to toss it aside. The Mage-Eyed King quietly marked Yuan Ting from Taiyuan Sect, tucked his phone away, and turned to leave, waving back at the two of them: "Until we meet again. I hope next time, I won't have to find evidence that I killed you."