Amidst the rain.
Yang Shexing's spiritual will descended—a cautious man by nature, he had just captured a 'high-ranking' member of the High Heaven Association,
although he was ninety percent sure he wouldn't be traced, what if he was?
He was absolutely unwilling to step out of the Jingpeng Ship.
His spiritual will cast a phantom, imposing human figure on the ground, the officials of Chongyang bowing their heads in the rain,
Hu Zhongli and Li Guoquan exchanged glances, stepped forward together, bowing their hands:
"Special Envoy Yang?"
Yang Shexing's gaze swept over the two Golden Legislators, expressionless:
"Legislator Hu, what are you doing here in Chongyang, instead of staying put in the waiting area?"
He was accusatory, very assertive, and this strand of spiritual will was now shining brilliantly, illuminating the rainy night.
Hu Zhongli remained unchanged, still beaming:
