After making his threat, Su Qing turned his attention to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Demon-Extermination Bureau in the Capital City.
He brutally suppressed the man with his spiritual pressure.
The force caused the cultivator's qi to reverse its flow, rupturing most of his meridians.
"Gah—"
The man spat out a mouthful of congealed blood. The spiritual pressure had come and gone in an instant.
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator from Wangyue Valley immediately took a Tier Two Healing Pill and several Nourishing Yuan Pills to mend his injuries.
Several hours later, after Jia Zhengyu had recovered some, he called out, "Men!"
"My lord," the attendant replied, prostrating himself on the floor.
"Go release Lin Baishu's family," he ordered. "Treat them with the utmost courtesy. They are not to be offended!"
"Yes, sir." The man on the floor, also a Low Tier Cultivator, had heard the threat and knew exactly what was happening.
