Jing Wuyan secretly thought things were bad, it's true that misfortune never comes alone, the workings of the world are just so coincidental.
He was disguised as Chen Zhengrong, not expecting the real Chen Zhengrong to be at the City Lord's Mansion.
Li Ran's gaze was sharp, looking at Jing Wuyan and shouting, "Who exactly are you? Why are you pretending to be from the Sword Sect?"
"City Lord Li, even if I'm not Chen Zhengrong, how can you be sure I'm not from the Sword Sect?" Jing Wuyan still wanted to struggle until the end.
Li Ran's face showed a cold smile, "Sword Sect members would never be as polite as you. Based on this alone, I can conclude you are absolutely not from the Sword Sect."
Jing Wuyan bitterly smiled inwardly, realizing he had forgotten the Sword Sect's arrogance. Being too polite had revealed a clue to Li Ran.
Li Ran's gaze was sharp, "I'll ask you again, who exactly are you? Don't think about resisting; with your cultivation, you cannot escape from me."
