A sword's cold gleam lit up the Nine Provinces!
The Daoist of the Nine Provinces, Yao Wenqing!
That swordlight truly flitted like a startled swan, winding like a swimming dragon.
For a moment, the assembled heroes were shaken to the core, terrified that this odd pairing of a Daoist and a child would slay them.
The one who had asked the question was even more frightened, already prepared to die.
Yao Wenqing was a genuine Earthly Immortal. He hadn't wanted to come out and ask, but with no other choice, he had been forced to.
Hearing this, the Daoist of the Nine Provinces didn't get angry. He tossed the branch in his hand to the ground and said lazily, "Go about your business. I'm only here to take a look."
"Tsk, tsk... So this is that ancient ruin? Interesting, though... what a pity, what a pity."
No one knew what he found so regrettable. Yao Wenqing shook his head again and again but said nothing more.
A moment later, seeming to realize that he had unsettled everyone present, the Daoist asked, "Where is Ji Xian?"
"Here, sir."
"What are your orders, Daoist?"
A burly middle-aged man in black scale armor, with the Golden Crystal Glazed Fire Sword at his waist, stepped forward.
Ji Xian was a fourth-rank cultivator.
He was the commander of the Imperial Guard Camp. This time, he had led some of its soldiers and brought a Forbidden Item to suppress the Luojia Mountain ruin.
He was quite formidable. With the Forbidden Item in hand, he was on par with a third-rank Earthly Immortal.
Seeing Ji Xian step out, Yao Wenqing asked, "Have you used the Forbidden Item?"
"Not once!"
"Have you sealed it on schedule?"
"Every day, as ordered."
"Has anyone proven impossible to deal with?"
"No!"