Yang Muchan paled in panic and felt that her body had become very heavy, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on her.

It almost left her breathless.

"This person's pressure is so deep! His cultivation must be unfathomable!"

"Is this the strength of Wuzhuang's secret agents?"

Yang Muchan was horrified, and she truly felt the terror of Wuzhuang's secret agents.

But she didn't know that the person in front of her was not the real secret agent of Wuzhuang.

But Yang Muchan couldn't see even the slightest flaw.

Whether it was the Wuzhuang Secret Order, Ye Qingyun's performance from beginning to end, and the terrifying pressure that filled the air at this moment, they were all so perfect.

Even if the real secret agent of Wuzhuang stood in front of Ye Qingyun, he would probably have self-doubt.

What's more, Yang Muchan had a guilty conscience, and after being repeatedly threatened by Ye Qingyun, he no longer had the usual composure.

"The official is guilty!"

Yang Muchan spoke with difficulty.

Ye Qingyun's expression softened a little, and the pressure suddenly dissipated.

Only then did Yang Muchan breathe a sigh of relief.

"Just admit your guilt."

Ye Qingyun sat back on the throne of the main town.

"Now, tell me why your cultivation has dropped to this point."

Yang Muchan's face was bitter.

Now that the matter has come to this, she also knows that there is no point in hiding it anymore.

It's better to tell the truth honestly.

If you plead hard afterwards, you might be able to get a lighter sentence.

"Lord Qi, the reason for my dismissal is..."

At that moment, Yang Muchan told Ye Qingyun the reasons for her decline in cultivation.

It turned out that, just as Mao Yi had found out, something went wrong because Yang Muchan was practicing an extremely weird magical technique, causing her cultivation to decline instead of advancing.

Every year, Yang Muchan needs to spend three to five days to forcibly stabilize her cultivation, otherwise her cultivation will fall rapidly within a year.

Relying on the various elixirs collected, Yang Muchan could barely maintain her cultivation.

But year after year, Yang Muchan's cultivation still dropped to the second level of the Golden Immortal.

In order to keep his position as the headquarter, Yang Muchan stopped taking action and secretly searched for various ways to restore his cultivation.

Unfortunately, there has been no progress.

"Sir, that's what happened. The lower officials were confused for a moment, so they deceived the superiors and concealed it. Please be gentle, sir."

Yang Muchan begged bitterly.

Ye Qingyun snorted coldly.

"But I heard that you are still looking for ginseng fruit in the black market, right?"

Hearing this, Yang Muchan was shocked.

Was this even exposed?

Ginseng fruit is the most precious treasure of Wuzhuang. Stealing ginseng fruit is a heinous crime.

It is also a serious crime to seek ginseng fruit on the black market.

Yang Muchan originally thought that if her cultivation was discovered, it would be a crime of deceiving her superiors and concealing it from her subordinates at most. She would definitely lose her position as the commander-in-chief, but the punishment she would receive would not be too severe.

Unexpectedly.

Even his search for ginseng fruit was exposed.

This crime suddenly became serious.

Yang Muchan sat slumped on the ground, with a pale face and dull eyes. She felt that her life had suddenly become extremely gloomy.

Desperate.

She didn't even notice that Ye Qingyun walked in front of her again.

A finger gently lifted Yang Muchan's chin.

Ye Qingyun deliberately came close to Yang Muchan and stared into Yang Muchan's eyes.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!