Xie Liu frowned, knowing that when it came to verbal sparring, he was no match for the Department of Ceremonies of the Daoist Court.
He clenched his palm, and a long sword materialized.
This was his own Magical Treasure, the Gui Water Sword.
It was also one of the Twelve Streams of Qian State, the standard inherited Magical Treasure of the Gui Water Sect.
Gu Changhuai raised his eyebrows, "Are you planning to resist arrest?"
Xie Liu responded with a smile, "Although I, Xie Liu, am not particularly outstanding, I am still an instructor of the Gui Water Sect. If Supervisor Gu wishes to slander me, I must find a way to prove my innocence."
Gu Changhuai nodded, "I understand now, you attempted murder and now you wish to resist arrest."
Xie Liu's face turned unsightly.
As expected of a seasoned Supervisor of the Daoist Court – his ability to construct charges was indeed extraordinary.
Mr. Jin was becoming impatient and said to Xie Liu:
"Enough talk, hurry up and break free."
