Trapped in the dungeon, they were unaware of the situation outside, only that Magical Combat had broken out.
Yang Jing frowned. The number of female cultivators in the dungeon didn't match the number of those reported missing.
"Who are your accomplices?"
Yan Xiangzhi stiffened his neck and said nothing. 'I'm a Noble Son,' he thought. 'Abducting a few female cultivators is hardly a major crime. All I'll have to do is pay some Spirit Stones and I'll just be sentenced to confinement. I won't be able to leave the clan lands, but I'll still live a life of leisure.'
Yang Jing had the Demon Suppression Army soldiers come and escort the imprisoned female cultivators out. He ordered them to record their identities so their families could come and claim them.
The guards and servants in the manor were arrested along with Yan Xiangzhi.
As a Noble Son, Yan Xiangzhi couldn't be punished severely, but the same couldn't be said for the others.
