If Zhuanyu had merely taken one look at him, seen the techniques on him, and wanted to accept him as a disciple without any ulterior motive, Yang An did not believe it.
From the fact that Zhuanyu had easily recognized the methods he possessed and was so familiar with Great Virtue Temple—
Yang An had a very bad premonition.
Could it be that, after all this, it still had something to do with Great Virtue Temple?!
On the surface, he was being accepted as a disciple, but in truth, would he be taken back to Golden Thread Pavilion and tortured under harsh interrogation?
But there was no need for that. With Old Man Zhuanyu's strength, dealing with him could not have been easier.
Could it be that he had seen through the fact that Yang An did not need to bear any price?
Yang An suddenly realized a problem: he did not know whether Old Man Zhuanyu had seen through his secret of not needing to bear a price.
It seemed necessary to make a test.
The place they were currently at was the center of Ten Directions City—Ten Directions Palace.
Old Man Zhuanyu descended toward Ten Directions Palace first, with Yang An following close behind and landing on the ground.
Yet the instant his feet touched the ground, several streaks of golden light flew out from his body, passing through his limbs and torso in an instant and leaving bloody holes all over him.
At the same time, pain appeared on Yang An's face, and his body began trembling uncontrollably.
The golden light was like insects buzzing around his body, constantly piercing through him. Even as his flesh healed, new bloody holes appeared.
It was as if even his blood had been dyed gold, the pain cycling over and