Elder Duanmu Xi, the Sixty-Four Hexagrams

"The External Affairs Elder is just the External Affairs Elder. Why put on airs and insist on calling yourself an Elder? There's a world of difference between an Elder of the Haoran Sect and an External Affairs Elder."

"Pah! Confucian Sect people really are a bunch of hypocrites, all empty words and grand promises."

A discordant voice of ridicule reached Zhao Han's ears.

Zhao Han immediately looked over and saw a Blood Refining Realm Martial Artist, already over fifty, standing there grumbling.

But in the next instant, mysterious verses appeared out of thin air around the man, swirling and wrapping around him.

Only the man himself could see those verses. No one else could make them out.

Zhao Han's spiritual power was strong, and he managed to catch a faint glimpse.

Even the other Spirit Condensing Realm Martial Artists couldn't see a thing.

"What's going on?" Panic showed on the man's face. He even hurriedly tried to swat at the verses.

To the people around him, his actions made him look like a complete fool.

"What's going on? What are you messing around for?"

"Cause any more trouble and I'll throw you out."

The people around him were quite displeased and began to berate him.

But then everyone was shocked.

After the man touched the verses, he jerked as if electrocuted and immediately dropped to his knees, reciting some obscure, difficult-to-understand passages.

"The noble-minded are broad and at ease; the petty are forever full of distress!

"If a man heard the Way in the morning, he could die content that evening!"

"Those who follow different paths cannot make plans together!

"If you can't bear small things, you'll ruin great plans!"

The sight astonished the onlookers gathered nearby.

They figured the man wasn't a fool after all, but the Confucian