Faced with the ironclad evidence Wang Chen had produced, Ji Yongtai did not choose to stubbornly resist to the bitter end, because he knew all too well how terrifying the sect could be.
In fact, under such extremely unfavorable circumstances, this Garrison Commander of Northwatch City still had the strength to fight back. After all, this was the old nest he had cultivated for many years, and he had long since arranged the necessary measures.
Yet he still confessed to his crimes in full detail.
After Ji Yongtai had been posted to Northwatch City, he had established ties with Profound Meaning Daoist.
In truth, he had known the other man back when he was still a Rogue Cultivator, and they had enjoyed a fairly good friendship. The two had hit it off at once—one operating in the open, the other in the shadows—and their cooperation had been exceptionally seamless.
The Xuan Yi bandits had been able to gallop unrestrained across the border between the two provinces largely thanks to Ji Yongtai.
And of the wealth Profound Meaning Daoist had plundered, Ji Yongtai naturally received his share!
"Sign it."
After hearing everything, Li Feiyuan tossed Ji Yongtai a sheet of Talisman Paper bearing the contents of his confession.
Ji Yongtai gave a miserable laugh. Using his finger as a brush and his blood as ink, he signed his own Dharma seal.
After signing, he heavily kowtowed three times to Li Feiyuan. "Hall Master Li, I am willing to hand over all the treasures in my secret vaults. I only ask that you spare my wife and children."
Li Feiyuan gave him a meaningful look, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Granted."
Since Ji Yongtai was willing to cooperate, everything that followed was very simple.
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