The burly man's gaze was like lightning, piercing straight through him. Jiang Yi felt a chill run down his spine, as if he'd been run through by a sword!
'What kind of Cultivation is this? A single glance made me feel like I was on death's door! An Upper Cultivator? He's definitely an Upper Cultivator!'
Jiang Yi was horrified, but then he remembered the verdict he'd received after consulting the Celestial Book before leaving: "A scare, but no danger." With that in mind, he forced himself to calm his Heart Spirit.
'The outcome is already set. I won't die here tonight!'
Besides, he had truly never heard the name "Lou Zhenxiao."
The gap between a Mortal Servant of the Qianji Sect and one of the Ten Great True Inheritance of the Taifu Sect was far greater than the distance between the clouds and the mud.
The two were as far apart as the Nanzhan Continent and the Dongsheng Continent—a chasm a Lower Cultivator could hardly hope to cross in a lifetime.
'Lou Zhenxiao? Who's that?'
