Qian Yunong's body shook, and the chains on his body shattered.
Zhang Yaohui's expression changed, and he slashed down without hesitation.
"Clang—"
Qian Yunong's body emitted a golden spiritual light to block the sword.
Talismans flashed around him.
Zhang Yaohui's face darkened as he shouted in a low voice, "How is this possible? Where did this protective talisman come from?"
Not only was Qian Yunong's Confucian cultivation sealed, but all his belongings were also sealed. Where did the talismans come from?
Qian Yunong did not turn around and only looked at Han Muye. "You said that the Dao Sect would attack openly at the Guan Estuary. You were right about that.
"However, along the way, I encountered 12 batches of fishing boats. Every time, they would give me a few protective talismans.
"You didn't expect this, did you?"
Han Muye turned around and looked at Qian Yunong.
"Think about it. Escaping is a serious crime.