Murong Ziyan, the Messenger Guard and grand commander at the Female Emperor's side, belonged to her personal retinue.
Her appearance forced Lin Heng to rein in his pressure. The six Creek Moon Sect disciples seemed to have seized some life-saving straw and hurried toward the people from the Garrison Command.
In the end, the moment they stepped forward, they were pinned to the ground on the spot!
"Let me go, you've got the wrong people! We're Creek Moon Sect disciples."
"Behave. Who cares which sect's disciples you are!"
"..."
"Hold it!" Lin Heng raised his hand and knocked back the two people who had stepped forward by several paces, then looked at Murong Ziyan and said, "Miss Ziyan, old friends reuniting shouldn't have to start with such a great clashing of spears and shields, should it?"
"Old friends reuniting? Heh... why does it look to me like you intend to defy orders? Now that your cultivation has broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, you do have a bit of confidence. I'm afraid only if I personally suppress you will you behave."
"You want to suppress me? Miss Ziyan, though you're a great Spirit Transformation cultivator, how do you know I don't have trump cards on me? Maybe I won't even need to use a trump card to go against the heavens and strike upward." Lin Heng shrugged, his tone seeming very relaxed.
With a light sweep of his gaze, he swept away the pressure enveloping him, then, as if proving himself, took two steps forward.
Murong Ziyan was also somewhat surprised. She was a dignified late-stage Spirit Transformation great cultivator; in terms of realm, she towered a whole head over him. Even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator would have to be pressed down a head by her pressure.
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