Seeing the tea bowl before him, nearly the size of a palm, the yamen runner who had just been boasting felt his heart skip a beat.
But after only a moment, Young Master Tianbao came to his senses and quickly pointed at Song Qingming. "Hmph! So it's you, Song San. I never expected you to have some skill and actually escape back.
"But don't think you'll be safe just because you made it here. Get him! Arrest this fugitive and send him to the yamen."
"What are you afraid of? He's a man, not a ghost!"
Urged on by Young Master Tianbao, the several yamen runners beside him finally reacted. They drew their blades and moved forward to surround Song Qingming.
Yet before they could make a move, they suddenly felt a powerful pressure descend upon them, forcing them to their knees in an instant.
Before anyone could react, Song Qingming vanished into thin air and appeared before Young Master Tianbao.
At the sight of Song Qingming suddenly appearing before him, the man was so terrified that he collapsed directly onto the ground.
At that moment, he stared ahead in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Just who are you?"
"Y-you're an immortal from the mountains."
"Tianbao did not know better and offended an immortal just now. Please, for the sake of my family's ancestor, spare me this once. I am willing to offer compensation to you, Immortal."
".."
Faced with Young Master Tianbao's plea for mercy, Song Qingming showed not the slightest intention of forgiving him. He directly raised the tea bowl in his hand and placed it before the man with an icy expression.
Staring at the tea bowl before him, Young Master Tianbao simply did not have the courage to swallow it. He could only raise his