Seeing the man's anxious gaze, Yang Guo explained quietly, "Sorry. To obtain accurate information, our Enforcement Hall has no choice but to take measures like these.
"Rest assured, the mental control I used on you was the lowest level. It won't have any effect on your future."
The rogue cultivator was drenched in cold sweat, as though he had only just realized that he had spent so much time among a group of Enforcement Hall disciples.
He waved his hands repeatedly, insisting that it was fine, then scrambled away from the Enforcement Hall's party, practically crawling in his haste.
Xia Jue smiled faintly. "Have some of you been out ruining our Enforcement Hall's reputation again?"
The man still organizing the records let his Engraving Brush slip, scoring a scratch across the Jade Slip. Speechless, he could not help muttering, "Does our Enforcement Hall even have such a thing as a reputation?"
The fellow felt that his boss truly had no idea who was responsible for ruining the Enforcement Hall's reputation. He cast a complicated look at Xia Jue.
To his surprise, his gaze met Xia Jue's head-on.
Xia Jue asked gently, "What did you just say?"
The man declared loudly, "I said, boss, I've finished organizing the contents of the Jade Slip!"
Xia Jue nodded in satisfaction. "Well done."
The man wanted to give Xia Jue a smile, but under Xia Jue's crushing pressure, that smile ended up somewhat twisted.
Xia Jue studied him for a while, then fell silent for a moment. "If you don't know how to smile, you'd better not. Don't subject other people to that ugliness. You might even ruin our Enforcement Hall's reputation."
His voice was still that of a gentle, refined gentleman, but the words it delivered were laced with deadly poison.
The man