The burly man turned his head, and as his gaze met the other's, the smugness on his face instantly froze, his eyes widened as if he saw a ghost, "How… how is this possible?"
A wave of overwhelming fear swept over him, his legs trembled, and he was about to flee, but Zhiyan had anticipated this move. With a sweep of her arm, the sound of cutting through the air resounded, and before everyone's eyes, a flash of cold light passed, and the man in green was fixed in place.
"Now that you know this man is the chancellor, you should know what to do next, right?" Zhiyan said to the innkeeper, her voice soft yet ominous.