This sentence reached Bu Chensu's heart. He nodded and went to the inner city with all the investigation results.
The Cultivation Association is a very solemn and sacred place for the inner city cultivation world.
This place has been protected by formations for thousands of years, and even the apocalypse was not affected. It became one of the few places that survived the apocalypse and was well-protected.
In the soul-suppressing room, Si Xinghe was pushed directly in. At this time, he had no spiritual power, his face was pale, and he gritted his teeth to endure the pain of tearing his soul.
This place is equivalent to the prison of the Cultivation Association and does not need anyone to guard it, because even if the tribulation master is thrown in, he cannot escape.
"Oh, Yan Zhuo, that's okay. I didn't expect that you have already made great achievements just after I was assigned to the outer city. It seems that you are really suitable for development in the outer city."
The man who spoke was about the same age as Yan Zhuo, and their facial features were somewhat similar. He had his arms crossed across his chest, with a bit of effeminate tone, and his tone was full of ridicule.
"Where's the president?" Yan Zhuo's expression wasn't very good either. If there was anyone he didn't want to see the most when he came to the Cultivation Association, it would be Yan Xin in front of him.
Yan Xin held up her orchid fingers and smoothed her bangs, "The meeting between the two worlds once every ten years has arrived. The president went to the alliance to meet with representatives of the zombie world."
"Oh, are you relieved?" Yan Xin came over, "Are you very happy to hear that uncle is not here? Yes, after all, you were kicked out by uncle himself at the beginning. Since you were sent out by the family, you have never been there. I haven’t met him yet, tsk tsk. I wonder if my uncle would be happy and admit that you are his son if he knew that you were so capable in the outer city? "
Yan Xin's words touched Yan Zhuo's bottom line, and a killing intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Tsk, are you angry now? It's really funny, but you have to think about it, this is the Cultivation Association, and I am a public official. If you touch me, you will really have no way out, and you will never do it again in this life. It’s impossible to go back to the inner city.”
Yan Zhuo fell silent, and the veins in his hanging fists collapsed.
Yan Xin was not surprised by his reaction and snorted slightly, the sarcasm in his eyes getting a little stronger.
He took two steps back, "But you just pushed Si Xinghe into the mourning room. If this case really progresses as you thought, it will be a great achievement, and it can also make you famous through Si Xinghe's identity." In the world of cultivation, if it weren’t for..."
Yan Xinyu paused, looked at Yan Zhuo and smiled, "But if not, have you thought about the consequences you will bear for this?"
"Senluo Bamboo Powder has been found in Si's goods. The evidence is conclusive. Even if he is Si Xinghe, there is no way he can overturn the case!"
Bang!
The door behind him was suddenly kicked open.
"I want to see who dares to touch him!"
Zhou Qi did not change his clothes, but added a black windbreaker. This was a color he rarely chose when dressing up, but it also perfectly expressed his mood at this time.
He held a guard from the Cultivation Association in his hand, clasped his fingers around his throat, and then threw it aside.
Si Niannian, who was behind him, rushed forward and looked at Yan Zhuo, "Director Yan, where is my third uncle?"
Yan Xin pointed forward, "Here, in that room."
Si Niannian rushed in without saying a word.
Yan Xin's voice sounded again, "That's the soul-suppressing chamber. Entering it is equivalent to putting a shackles on your soul. People who don't have enough cultivation will suffer sequelae if they enter."
(End of chapter)