A group of disciples retreated in astonishment, all gripping their longswords tightly, staring at Ye Qingtian with a look of surprise.
Saint Pen Scholar's expression changed too, and he said, "Ye Family's Military Decree? Able to control others' magical weapons, truly extraordinary. I didn't expect such a master to be in this small frontier city."
Ye Qingtian fixed his gaze on him and said, "Immortal Envoy, your elder brother has been captured, there's certainly something strange about it, and it's definitely not my doing. If you trust me, give me three days to investigate properly, and I will give you a satisfactory answer."
Saint Pen Scholar hissed coldly, "Is it still useful to talk about this now? You defied the Immortal Envoy's inspection, which is already unforgivable. And now you've killed my disciple, how can I cooperate with you?"
Ye Qingtian felt annoyed, thinking this Saint Pen Scholar was a muddlehead, can't even distinguish things this simple.
