Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Changhe Prefectural Capital, Ironclad Department Yamen.

Sun Biao of the First Division, Public Security Department, Yun Ruo of the Second Division, and Shi Xin of the Third Division sat in the main seats.

A faint, cold glint flickered in their eyes, making Martial Monk Jue Ming feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

"A martial monk told you your disciple went to find Yang Ling, and then that monk disappeared. So, you led a group of martial monks to the Vermilion Gold Mine to cause trouble for Yang Ling."

Shi Xin slowly began to speak. "That's how it happened, right?"

"Honorable Directors, this matter was truly a misunderstanding."

Martial Monk Jue Ming forced a strained smile onto his face.

In terms of cultivation, he was superior to these three.

But the Bitter Awareness Temple was only a second-rate sect. Even as a Seventh-Rank expert, he had to lower his head a notch when meeting the directors of the Ironclad Department.