"Absolutely not!"
"Please forgive us, Your Excellency! Please forgive us, Your Excellency!"
"We came with sincerity and had no intention of offense."
The pleas for mercy echoed from all the various factions, and even the once proud federal commissioner, Shi Zhiyuan, was thoroughly humbled.
In the face of this transcendental power, family background and high status were nothing but illusions.
But what they did not know was that far away at the Spirit Vein of Beimang Mountain, a force of four hundred Yin Soldiers were struggling to control the ghost fog, shaping it according to Lu Yan's will.
A majestic gaze swept over everyone present, cold and indifferent.
Lu Yan was well aware that he could not truly harm the representatives from the various factions.
In the Xianxia world, these individuals were either Golden Core cultivators or held significant authority; if any of them perished under these circumstances, it would lead to endless trouble.
