Tu Shan Jun looked toward the cultivator standing beside the Pei clan's First Elder.
He was an old man.
Calling him old was only accurate in appearance; in truth, he was merely past middle age and approaching old age.
The first things the Half-Faced Devil Lord observed were the other man's hands and waist.
Storage rings and storage pouches were usually kept in those two places. Otherwise, they would not be so convenient to access.
Yet surprisingly, he was dressed very plainly.
A simple ink-painted robe, cloth shoes, and white socks.
His hair was pinned up with a wooden hairpin.
There were no glittering jewels, no divine artifacts or magical treasures at his side. Apart from a small sachet at his waist, he carried nothing else, much less any visible storage treasure.
If he carried no treasures, then either he had hidden them away, or he was confident in his own strength to an extraordinary degree.
Tu Shan Jun swept his gaze around.
This was originally the Pei clan's ancestral grounds. Whatever foundations and treasures they possessed would not be surprising. Just like that Azure Bell hanging high in the sky of the Azure Underworld Blessed Land, like the sun and moon.
Perhaps some would think it was a ritual vessel. In truth, it had always been a treasure.
"Ancestor."
The First Elder bowed deeply.
"That is... the Ancestor."
The Venerables, whether trapped or entangled by Yin Gods, looked on in astonishment.
Though they had not yet been defeated, within this grand formation, facing the Daoist disciple of the Taiyi Ascension Sect, whose Dao and devilish nature were one, they found the battle exceedingly strenuous. Had the First Elder, a peak Venerable, not been powerful enough, they would have long since become defeated generals beneath his hand.
Now that