The official was in excruciating pain, his eyes filled with bewilderment. He could not understand why Zhang Yuan had suddenly struck him with his sword.
"Sword Immortal Zhang, why?" The sword had pierced the official's abdomen and pinned him to the ground. He spoke with tremendous difficulty.
The other officials also looked bewildered and turned toward Zhang Yuan.
Old Ye and Zhang Yuan didn't have any grudges, did they? Why had he suddenly drawn his sword on Old Ye?
Quite the actor.
Zhang Yuan looked at this fourth-rank official of the Ya Kingdom, sneered, and said:
"You secretly cultivated the form refinement, spirit transformation path. Did you start before or after the Capital City was sealed off?"
"The form refinement, spirit transformation path? Old Ye is a Demonic Cultivator of that path?"
"Hmph! I knew Ye Wende was no good. Today proves it!"
The official surnamed Ye's expression shifted slightly. In a low voice, he said, "I do not understand what you are talking about. If you claim I am a Demonic Cultivator of the form refinement, spirit transformation path, then produce your evidence! I, Ye Wende, have devoted my entire life to the country and its people. If I have offended you somehow, Sword Immortal, then kill me or carve me up as you please. But how can you slander me like this?!"
At Ye Wende's words, some of his friends among the officials began to waver. They all turned toward Zhang Yuan, their gazes carrying a trace of hostility.
Zhang Yuan was a Foundation Establishment Celestial with illustrious achievements, and he was on excellent terms with Prime Minister Cui Qiezhe. They were willing to show him deference.
But Zhang Yuan was not an official of the Ya Kingdom. He was not even registered as one of its citizens.