Mo Kongkong cursed inwardly, twisted his body, and tried to slip silently around the middle-aged scholar.
Just as he was about to sweep past the scholar, all manner of illusions suddenly appeared before his eyes. Radiance flickered chaotically, dazzling him beyond measure.
By the time he came back to his senses, the middle-aged scholar had already seized his shoulder tightly.
"You damned bastard, where did a soul cultivator like you crawl out from?" Mo Kongkong cursed furiously, his face filled with unwillingness and rage.
The middle-aged scholar seemed not to hear his curses. He lowered his head to examine Mo Kongkong, curiosity in his eyes. "You are Mo Kongkong, the one said to move like a divine traveler without a trace? A mighty Dharma Manifestation expert, yet you have taken up the business of stealing others' treasures. What did you steal from the Golden Sword Sect this time?"
Before Mo Kongkong could speak, Jiang Wenjian had already caught up to the middle-aged scholar. He let out a long breath, his face full of gratitude. "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist, for lending a hand. This thief was audacious beyond all bounds and dared to steal this sect's supreme treasure. Had Fellow Daoist not appeared in time, he would likely have escaped again." As he spoke, he bowed to the middle-aged scholar in thanks.
"A supreme treasure? Could it be the legendary Sky-Opening Golden Mace?" The middle-aged scholar raised his brows slightly.
Jiang Wenjian nodded instinctively, but a trace of vigilance immediately rose in his heart.
"Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. Where have you come from, and where in the Tianguang Mountain Range are you headed?" Jiang Wenjian looked the middle-aged scholar over carefully and asked probing questions, an almost imperceptible wariness flashing through his eyes.
"To tell the truth, I came here for