Two hours later.
Qi Tairan sat in a Grand Tutor Chair, his face livid. The Middle-aged Lay Buddhist sat at the head, with Yang Ling opposite him.
Besides the three of them, the room was packed with experts from the Iron Clothes Department and the Ministry of Justice.
They were all Fourth-Rank Grandmasters. Those of the fifth rank were not even qualified to enter and could only stand outside.
As the master of the Public Security Division First Branch, Ji Kongliu stood at the very front, his gaze repeatedly sweeping over Yang Ling.
Qin Mo and the others had special identities, so they also had places by the doorway.
"You said that when Ying Taisui attacked you, a Land Immortal saved you?"
Qi Tairan's expression was cold. "There are only a handful of known Land Immortals in our Zhao State. Which one saved you?
"Our Ministry of Justice must get to the bottom of this. Please give us a truthful account, Master Yang."
Yang Ling unhurriedly lifted his covered teacup and stirred the scalding tea inside with the lid. Without taking a sip, he splashed it straight into Qi Tairan's face.
"Who do you think you are, demanding an account from me?"
Qi Tairan's face flushed red, and he shot to his feet.
Inside and outside the room, everything fell utterly silent.
Seeing this, Zhang Wei drew a deep breath.
That settled it!
From what he knew of Yang Ling, Yang Ling would never act this way unless he could easily resolve the matter!
He was already certain that a Land Immortal stood behind Yang Ling!
A thought struck Zhang Shendao, and he suddenly opened the Divine Realm Rank List for a look.
At the sight, his heart began pounding wildly.
Level 434!
Holy crap!
Zhang Shendao sucked in a