"It's not up to you to decide whether I can afford the delay. I have my own way of treating Brother Hou's injuries." Mo Zhanqing gave a cold snort. "Prince Xuan certainly presides over justice well. Anyone outside the imperial clan is indeed treated differently. Very well, since Prince Xuan cannot uphold justice, this old man will seek it himself."
"What do you mean by that, Grandmaster Mo?" Xiang Yihang narrowed his eyes as he looked at Mo Zhanqing.
Mo Zhanqing did not answer Xiang Yihang. He simply took out a piece of Ink Bamboo Token and began murmuring, his lips trembling slightly, as though he were saying something to the token.
Then Mo Zhanqing raised the Ink Bamboo Token in his hand. Ripples like a curtain of water spread out, and within them, a familiar image gradually grew clear from its initial blur.
"Mr. Zhu, it has been a long time." The image of Zhu Qingquan within it was lifelike, as though he had stepped before them in person. Yet compared to his modest and approachable manner last time, Zhu Qingquan now radiated the unrestrained aura of a powerful expert. He stood like an abyss or a mountain, and though he had not come in person, he still gave everyone the feeling of looking up to a lofty peak.
The overwhelming pressure of a grand cultivator surged toward them, with Lu Xiaotian bearing the brunt of it.
"It seems Mr. Zhu isn't here today to play the good Samaritan." Standing within Zhu Qingquan's powerful aura, Lu Xiaotian remained calm. This sort of contest was largely a clash of divine sense. Even if Zhu Qingquan had come in person, overwhelming Lu Xiaotian through sheer presence alone would not have been easy, let alone with nothing more than an image.
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