First update.
At last, the farce came to an end.
The commander led five hundred Imperial Guards to greet Yang Ming. There was not a trace of a smile on his bronze face as he said rigidly:
"We have come by His Majesty's order to receive you. Since you have successfully been released from prison, we shall take our leave first."
Having thrown down those words, the commander turned and left without the slightest hesitation, as though even saying one more word here would be beneath him.
Watching his departing back, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, a thoughtful gleam flashing through the slits.
If he had not been mistaken earlier, this commander had stood by and watched the whole time. It seemed he had long since disobeyed Xue Ye's orders, hadn't he?
There was something wrong with this man!
A broad hand landed on Yang Ming's shoulder, while a gentle middle-aged voice sounded by his ear, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Stop looking. Some matters are not something a person your age can meddle in."
Yang Ming turned his head and saw that his father-in-law had somehow arrived at his side.
Although Yang Ming had been imprisoned in the Martial Soul Saint Hall's dungeon, he had used the Dream Lord Physique to communicate with companions like Tang San and Dai Mubai through dreams. He knew that Ning Fengzhi had barely slept these past few days, remaining outside to investigate his case. It made Yang Ming feel a long-lost warmth, and his heart was filled with gratitude.
"Mm!"
Yang Ming swallowed the countless words he wanted to say and nodded heavily. He knew there was no need to voice his gratitude. As long as he found an opportunity to repay Ning Fengzhi in the future, that would be enough.