As his words fell, the power of law around the man surged abruptly. His black martial attire fluttered without wind, and a wisp of pale-gold Order Law gathered in his palm. Wherever the power of law passed, the surrounding space twisted faintly, radiating deadly pressure.
The cultivators surrounding them also raised their hands one after another. Spiritual light flickered in their palms as the power of law condensed. They stared fixedly at Qin He, waiting only for the leader's command before striking with all their strength.
Qin He's fingers tightened slightly as the Gold-Black Law quietly gathered in his palm, his mind racing.
The other party actually knew that Lin Yan was dead?
Long Qingyun had clearly said that he had only reported Lin Yan missing back then, and that the Divine Court had no record of it. Yet the man before him spoke with absolute certainty, without the slightest hint of falsehood.
Had Long Qingyun deceived him? Or had the Divine Court uncovered something else over the years?
Suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, Qin He raised his eyes and met the man's gaze. His tone was calm, yet carried a trace of barely perceptible coldness. Imitating Lin Yan's manner of speaking, he slowly said, "Captain Li, you must be joking. I am Lin Yan. I was merely trapped in a dangerous place for many years and only returned today to report for duty. How could there be any question of impersonation? Could it be that someone has impersonated me before?"
The man sneered. A trace of mockery flashed through his hawk-like eyes, and the Order Law in his palm grew increasingly condensed. "I remember Lin Yan's aura with perfect clarity. Though you are both fire-attributed, your aura is clearly far purer. They are fundamentally not the same