A True Person sighed softly atop the Cloud Carriage.
He picked up the Whisk resting in his lap and lightly swept it toward Zhao Huai'an, who lay unconscious on the ground ahead.
A shimmering Spiritual Light immediately emerged from the latter's body, and the wound on his forehead healed at a visible rate.
The bloodstains covering his face vanished in an instant.
The next moment, the rogue cultivator from the Outer Territories, who bore a Blood Feud, opened his eyes in confusion.
Once he came to his senses, he knelt back down.
He bowed his head, awaiting the final judgment!
At that moment, thousands upon thousands of eyes were fixed upon Zhao Huai'an—admiration, regret, venomous hatred, pity...
There was no end to them.
No one knew what fate awaited this audacious Rogue Cultivator.
Surely, many wanted him dead!
Ji Guantao withdrew his gaze and barked, "Where is the Inner Guard?"
A Purple Mansion High Person with a face like a red date immediately stepped forward and bowed. "This lowly cultivator is here!"
This was Meng Han, Guard Hall Master of the Yunyang Sect inner sect, who had been attending the procession all along.
"Convey my decree..."
Ji Guantao said in a deep voice, "Seal off Yunyang City immediately. Entry is permitted, departure is forbidden. You are to uncover the truth. Whether Purple Mansion or Qi Refining, anyone implicated is to be arrested and held accountable. Those who resist may be killed without mercy!"
When the Sect Master True Person spoke those final four words, every cultivator present fell silent as cicadas in winter.
Meng Han solemnly lowered his head. "I obey the order!"
Ji Guantao added, "Protect this boy well. If anything happens to him, you alone will answer for it!"
He tossed down a Jade Tablet.
Meng Han caught