The dim candlelight flickered in the room, casting mottled shadows.
Yang Mingzi knelt with both knees on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his voice carried an unmistakable sorrow.
Qin An frowned slightly, "Stand up and speak."
He didn't know why Yang Mingzi would do such a thing, but there must be some hidden reason.
This Pseudo-God should not have been kneeling in front of him since his blessings benefited the region.
Yang Mingzi trembled as he stood up, the hem of his robe clutched tightly in his hands, an expression of resentment flashed in his eyes, "That Pseudo-God, Fox Bitter, if it were only at the Great Success of the Outer Elixir Realm, the Mountain Patrol General would have already come to exterminate him. But there's another Mountain Patrol General backing him, and that's why no one dares to take on this mission."
"Another Mountain Patrol General?" Qin An's eyes flashed with a sharp light, "Explain in detail."
