"Wei Yang, what have you done?!"
Jinghua True Monarch was filled with shock and rage. The Magical Power of her Nascent Soul formed a rainbow, intending to suppress Wei Yang.
However, Wei Yang had already burned away all of his essence, energy, and spirit to empower the assassination attempt with the pitch-black dagger.
His own body was now nothing but an empty shell.
CRACKLE.
When the Nascent Soul's Magical Power crushed down on this empty husk, it instantly fractured and crumbled, turning to dust!
"Dammit!"
Seeing this, Jinghua True Monarch's expression turned exceedingly grim, and a chill ran through her heart!
To become an Embroidered Robe Envoy and take charge of intelligence, Wei Yang's background would have naturally undergone rigorous vetting. His history was impeccable, his origins clean—there wasn't the slightest issue.
The idea of him being a sleeper agent was utterly impossible.
