Skycloud Market

At the food stall, the red-clad man from the Blood Garment Sect was about to kick Wang Zhifan's table. A brawl seemed inevitable when everything around them suddenly fell silent and still, as though frozen in place.

After using Time Stop over the area, Wang Zhifan kept eating his roast chicken and drinking the wine in his bowl. At the same time, he spread his mental power across a hundred-meter radius and entered the minds of all thirty-odd Blood Garment Sect members present.

It sounded like troublesome work, but it took him only a few seconds. He knew what information he wanted; he already had the basics and had no need to gather them again.

The Blood Garment Sect is an ordinary local sect in Han Commandery. A few years ago, it got lucky and became a lackey of the Skycloud Immortal Sect. Even the sect master's youngest son was allowed to cultivate there. With a powerful backer, they've grown more arrogant and overbearing... The Skycloud Immortal Sect is in Bai Prefecture, north of Han Commandery, less than two thousand li away. That seems like a decent destination.

Having searched their minds, Wang Zhifan reached his conclusion. The thirty-odd red-clad figures frozen around him then vanished like snowflakes, erased from the world without leaving so much as a speck of dust.

Once they had been annihilated by space, Wang Zhifan continued eating within the stopped time. He finished every bit of food and wine at his leisure before releasing Time Stop. His figure vanished instantly, and a gleaming silver ingot appeared on the table.

To him, the whole affair had been orderly from start to finish. To those around the stall, especially its owner, it was bizarre. Half a second after he left, cries of shock rang out one after