"Meng, it is only natural that you do not recognize him after a hundred years in seclusion. Fellow Daoist Qi is a newly risen expert of the Southern Border, and his rise has been brief."
Li Tian Shi said with a genial smile, his expression kind and benevolent, as though he were introducing one of his own juniors.
Such a manner almost made Meng Shentong overlook Luo Chen by instinct.
Yet how could he ignore that towering figure standing out like a crane among chickens, proud and erect?
"Qi?"
Meng Shentong raised a brow, seemingly recalling something as he scrutinized Luo Chen closely.
"Could Fellow Daoist be..."
As he spoke, his eyes grew dim and eerie, as though boundless illusions were spawning within them.
Purple Robe Marquis's violet robes fluttered fiercely.
The sword case behind Hidden Sword Manor Lord Fan WuJiu gave a faint ring, sounding a warning of its own accord.
Only Li Tian Shi and Red Leaf Granny remained wholly unaffected.
Luo Chen lowered his eyelids, equally unmoved. Instead, he spoke calmly. "This Seat is Tyrant Cultivator Qi Tian!"
The moment those words fell, they exploded like spring thunder.
The illusions that had left everyone dazed abruptly vanished.
Li Tian Shi and Red Leaf Granny exchanged a glance. Then Li Tian Shi frowned slightly and said, "Meng, why are you being so discourteous?"
Just then, Meng Shentong had clearly used one of the Luo Sect's exquisite arts to oppress their minds.
Without Divine Soul Foundation of his caliber, one would certainly have been affected.
Purple Robe Marquis and Fan WuJiu both fell into that category.
Yet Luo Chen's performance was somewhat strange.
He had clearly not outwardly manifested Divine Sense to resist, yet when he drew breath and spoke, his voice contained an unquestionable force of will. With