Someone was definitely pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Luo Hantian was sure of it, but he still hadn't figured out who it was.
They had only just arrived for a few seconds when Jiang Wentian's voice reached everyone's ears.
"Who framed my daughter?"
The voice was thick with a crushing pressure, forcing everyone present to bow their heads involuntarily.
Song Wanning went with the flow and lowered her head, peering toward the entrance from within the crowd.
A moment later, a Cultivator clad in a purple Magic Robe strode into the Law Enforcement Hall.
'So this is Jiang Wentian?'
A flash of surprise crossed Song Wanning's eyes.
Jiang Wentian looked surprisingly young, with delicate, almost feminine features.
He even had a full head of purple hair, giving him an incredibly flamboyant appearance.
Just one look at him, and Song Wanning furrowed her brow.
'Judging by his face and aura, this man won't be easy to deal with.'
"Supreme Elder!"
