"Is what you said true?" Yan Tiancheng's expression was extremely gloomy, and he exuded a hidden sense of oppression.
The old man's face turned pale instantly, his waist hunched down, and he was almost crushed to the ground by the powerful pressure. He begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Every word you say must be true! If I tell a lie, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."
"Hmph," Yan Tiancheng snorted coldly, "I will go find other witnesses to verify it. Wait for me."
After saying this, he disappeared from the spot. The monks around him turned a blind eye to this scene, and not even one was surprised.
The old man was so frightened that he didn't dare to continue setting up his stall. He immediately packed up his things and ran away.
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