Even Gan Mingfeng himself sensed that something was amiss. According to what the others had said earlier, when one approached the Hidden Dragon Vein, an overwhelming, all-pervasive pressure would be felt all around the body.
This pressure was something that neither the physical body, true qi, cultivated arts, nor spirit could resist. It was profoundly mysterious and strange, seeming both like a trial and a rejection.
But Gan Mingfeng was different. Even as the black great cauldron enveloped his body, he remained light as a swallow. In a drifting motion, he crossed several zhang, carrying the momentum of driving straight in and striking at the yellow dragon's lair.
The sight left Third Young Master Bai, Mu Yi, and even Yu Daoist both anxious and resentful. They had not expected this man to truly be so exceptional. The pressure of the Hidden Dragon Vein had no effect on him at all.
Seeing this, Yu Daoist cast aside his earlier carelessness. His expression turned grave as he said to Mu Yi,
"Young Master Mu Yi, I fear matters have changed. For some reason, the people from the Seven Star Tower seem to have formed some connection with the Sheji Cauldron within the Town Evil Golden Hall. They too are unaffected by the dragon vein. Act quickly, or if that man truly takes the Sheji Cauldron, all will be lost!"
This was no alarmist talk. Under Meng Zhao's interference, Gan Mingfeng had become an anomaly through a twist of fate. Even he himself could not explain what was so extraordinary about him now. To everyone else, he was naturally an enormous problem that had to be guarded against.
Take Yu Daoist, for instance. He knew the secret information of the Middle Ancient Dynasty like the palm of his hand. He had not cared