"The son-in-law of the Su Clan of Yunye City, temporarily recruited into the ranks by City Lord Duan Chengshan and General Qiu Ye."
Sikong Jing remained as calm as ever and casually gave his apparent identity.
The Su Clan was quite famous in Yunye City, but someone like Mo Yang naturally had never even heard of them.
Staring fixedly at Sikong Jing, Mo Yang more or less believed his words, but the corner of his mouth suddenly curled upward. "So you're martial world people. That makes you even more suspicious. I suspect you're a spy from the Xia Kingdom."
The moment he said this, the officers around Sikong Jing widened their eyes, true energy flickering around them.
"What are you trying to do?" The officers behind Mo Yang drew their weapons at once, angry shouts ringing out one after another.
Old Zhang and A-Hu looked toward Sikong Jing, their faces flushed red.
Their journey here had not been difficult, but they had fought their way through and built up such momentum—only to be accused of being Xia Kingdom spies the moment they arrived. Who could stomach that?
Shouldn't they have been showered with praise and cheered for?
Sikong Jing, however, remained expressionless. He waved a hand at the officers behind him to calm them. "The situation is grave right now. It is perfectly normal for Deputy Commander Mo Yang to doubt my identity. I simply wonder how you want me to prove it."
Seeing that Sikong Jing knew what was what, Mo Yang narrowed his eyes and replied, "Very simple. You and all your officers will return to the camp with me for questioning. The remaining hundred thousand troops will stay where they are and await orders."
At those words, Old Zhang and A-Hu's expressions changed again. Once they went