Wu Ji froze. He was actually being refused?
Ever since his father had rendered distinguished service under the Great Heavenly Venerable and been honored with the rank of Star Lord, he had never suffered a day of hardship. Wherever he went, government offices welcomed him with a throng of attendants and a chorus of flattery.
Yet today, a mere lesser true immortal dared give him the cold shoulder to his face and demand an Imperial Decree authorizing the search.
"Lord Pang, you certainly have a spine." Wu Ji laughed in fury, his face dark and sinister. Too impatient to waste more words, he turned his wrist and produced a Recording Stone. With a light touch of magic power, he sent it floating into the air, where it projected a screen of light.
The screen showed the main hall of the West Sea Dragon Palace.
In the recording, Chen Wei, Ma Muzhi, and Xiao Yan held wine cups and chatted merrily with the West Sea Dragon King. Their conversation was utterly blatant.
Wu Ji pointed at the screen and sneered. "Open your eyes and look closely! The evidence is as solid as a mountain! Chen Wei conducted illicit dealings in the Mortal Realm and colluded with the Aquatic Tribe. These are proofs of his crimes that the Inspection Court's Covert Agents risked their lives to send back! Lord Pang, step aside and hand over the Case Files at once, unless you want to be charged as an accomplice!"
As his words fell,
the Inspection Immortal Officials all stepped forward, their oppressive auras bearing down on Pang Long.
Pang Long did not even lift an eyelid. Holding his teacup, he gently blew aside the leaves floating on the surface. "Lord Wu, what does this little trick prove? You recorded a few casual