He was about to struggle and yell to attract the patrol, but then he saw the character "Jiang" hanging from the side of the White Jade Imperial Chariot. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and he swallowed all his words.
The crowd of onlookers wore gloating expressions.
Soon, with a calm and detached expression, Chu Chan casually tossed down a bag of Spirit Stones, picked up the pitch-black weapon fragment, and returned to the carriage, looking pensive as it slowly departed.
* * *
Meanwhile, in a side hall of the Jasper Pool Sect's residence, Ye Ming, disguised as a handsome man, was speaking with Ling Zhuyun.
The two sat facing each other across a jade table. A female disciple had served a fragrant tea, whose scent alone was enough to clear one's Spirit Platform.
"You truly are cautious, Lin. You have a different appearance every time we meet. Your art of Concealing Qi is so profound that even I can't see through your identity."
