Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Chapter 92 The Increasingly Incompetent Branch Temples of the Various Knights

The discriminatory treatment implemented by the Knights' Temple left many young knights feeling uncertain.

So, the younger generation of knights, whose fathers, grandfathers, and grandparents had all worked for the Knights' Temple, unanimously took advantage of their lunch break to call their elders at home through communication devices, asking the adults in their families to make a fuss for them.

Just as they had guessed, the elders of the hundreds of knights' branch halls were filled with discontent upon hearing how rigorous this year's Demon Hunter selection competition was.

They promptly dialed the Alliance's communication number, demanding a reasonable explanation from the Knights' Temple.

Office of the Grand Master of the Temple Alliance Knights.

An elderly man sat behind his desk with a furrowed brow, quietly looking at the thick stack of letters in his hands.

The old man's silver hair moved without wind, and although he sat there quietly, his dissatisfaction was evident.

This old man was one of the highest decision-makers of the Temple Alliance headquarters, which belonged to the Knights Temple, after the Knights Temple moved into Amy City.

In the entire Knights' Temple, the Holy Knight Commander holds a position second only to the three Divine Seal Knights.

That same old rascal who made Saint Moon glare and bristle in the trial grounds.

"Sir Paladin, something terrible has happened! Hundreds of temple masters and deputy temple masters from the Knight Temple's branch temples have called us simultaneously. Our communication devices are overloaded; several have already exploded."

"Ok?"

The Paladin Commander slowly raised his head, his sharp eyes fixed on the man who walked in from behind the door.

The middle-aged man in knight's uniform wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked in a flustered manner, "Knight Commander, shouldn't we...?"

Upon hearing this, the Paladin Commander's face darkened, and he casually tossed the thick stack of letters complaining into the trash can.

White flames burned, and these urgent letters instantly turned to ashes.

"Since when have the temple masters of these branch temples of the Knights' Temple become so incompetent, so indulgent towards their younger generation, and even lost the most basic spirit of being a knight?"

After saying that, the Paladin Commander simply stared coldly at the person in charge and said nothing more.

The middle-aged man's forehead was visibly sweating more; he kept his head down and remained silent.

"Grandpa? Uncle?"

Knocking on the door, Han Yu, with his long black hair and slender figure, walked in.

His face was full of doubt as he strode over to the Paladin Commander and looked at his uncle, who was standing silently in front of the desk.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Han Yu, the Paladin Commander's expression softened slightly, and he casually pointed to the side, indicating for someone to sit down.

The middle-aged man, addressed as "uncle," wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile, saying, "Nephew, it's been a while since we last met. It seems your cultivation has improved quite a bit."

Han Yu, unaware of what had happened between his grandfather and uncle, glanced at the Holy Knight Commander, who was glaring and silent, and said modestly, "Uncle, you flatter me."

“Nephew, you and Bai Ling…”

"You two, shut up!"

The Paladin Commander slammed his hand on the table, and the powerful pressure of his spiritual energy instantly caused subtle distortions in the magical elements throughout the room.

The innocent Han Yu's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground along with his uncle, his face turning deathly pale.

Faced with the terrifying pressure from the Holy Knight Commander, the uncle and nephew were like straws that could break at any moment, utterly helpless. They could only lower their heads and circulate their spiritual energy to protect their hearts from being affected.

The Paladin Commander slowly stood up and walked out from behind the table, looking at the middle-aged man with eyes full of disappointment. "Since when did you also learn Long Xingyu's skill of changing the subject, escaping the reality that needs to be dealt with, and chatting idly with Han Yu?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head, his face contorted with grief, and said, "I didn't."

"Ok?"

The paladin commander glared at the middle-aged man, who immediately shut his mouth, his hands trembling as he supported himself.

The silver-haired old man was furious. He glared coldly at the middle-aged man and said fiercely, "Pass down the word: from this moment on, anyone who dares to question the decision of the Knights' Temple will be personally visited by me. I will see with my own eyes where the cultivation and character of these branch hall masters who speak so frivolously and plead for the juniors have really gone!"

After speaking, the Holy Knight Commander, Han Qian, seemed to have calmed down a bit. He waved his hand and turned his back to the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

The terrifying sense of oppression in the air paused for a moment, and then the unfortunate uncle and nephew exchanged a glance and slowly got up from the ground.

Upon learning of the Paladin Commander's resolute stance, the middle-aged man pounded his fist on his chest and respectfully gave the Paladin Commander a knightly salute.

"I understand!"

Although the middle-aged man was indecisive and liked to play games, as a seventh-tier guardian knight of the Templars, he still had some dignity.

Today, after being reprimanded by the Paladin Commander in front of his nephew, he suddenly felt that the joint petition from the heads of the various branch temples of the Knights' Temple was not worth his hesitation.

After all, it's easy to tell who is genuinely good to him and who is scheming and only offering insincere flattery.

Han Qian said coldly, "It's good that you know. If there's a next time, be careful that your soft ears get crushed by my own hands."

The middle-aged man tensed, raised his hand again, and pounded his chest three times. "I apologize, Paladin Commander. In the name of the Guardian Knights, I swear here that from this day forward, such a farce will never happen again within the Knights' Temple. If I break my oath..."

Above the Knights' Temple, the phantom of the throne, representing the oath, was about to descend when it was shattered by the Holy Knight Commander's spiritual power.

He waved his hand and said, "Alright, you go and handle this matter properly. There's no need to make oaths carelessly."

"Yes."

After saying this, the middle-aged man gave Han Qian a knightly salute again, then turned and strode away.

The anger on Han Qian's face disappeared, replaced by a faint smile.

Watching the middle-aged man's departing figure, he returned to his desk and sat down, slowly saying, "What have you learned from studying with Bai Ling during this time?"

In Han Qian's eyes, the grandson in front of her who had lost his parents at a young age was perfect in every way. He was not only exceptionally talented, but also dedicated to his training and mastering the skills of a guardian knight.

Of course, if it weren't for Han Yu's excessive admiration for Long Xingyu, which led him to develop arrogance and a slightly distorted personality, then all of this would be possible.

Han Qian couldn't bear to be so harsh on her own grandson, so she had someone follow closely behind Bai Ling and obey her orders wholeheartedly.

After all, Han Yu has been by Bai Ling's side for too long, and his reputation is easily affected.

He may have a hard time finding a partner in the future.

Because Bai Ling is outstanding enough, other girls might develop a strange stereotype about Han Yu, who is their "backup plan".

Han Qian shook her head slightly and sighed softly, "Alas."