It was as though Yan Shaoqing suddenly turned mad. He was laughing and crying at the same time. Several prison guards hurriedly put down what they were doing and ran over to hold him up.
Yan Shaoqing yelled and struggled out of their grips, shrilly crying out, "Fake, you're all fake!"
He injured several guards and even killed a few in a row. Suddenly, his body stiffened like a wooden puppet, and he stood in place numbly as he looked at the bloodstains on both of his hands in a dazed manner.
After a long time, he turned his head around with difficulty and asked Qin Mu, "Celestial Venerable Mu, is it real or fake this time?"
Qin Mu sighed and said, "Left Assistant Minister, I intend to leave now, aren't you going to send me off?"
The muscles on Yan Shaoqing's face twitched violently, and his expression was distorted.
He followed behind Qin Mu and walked outside.
