It Is the Source, the Essence

South of the city, at the Qingqiu Dao outpost.

The old woman abruptly awoke from deep sleep. By instinct, she glanced to the side and looked toward the doorframe, her body tensing at the same time into a defensive stance.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting a figure completely surrounded by clear radiance.

Someone was already sitting beside the long table.

No one knew how long he had been there.

Thud, thud! Thud, thud!

The old woman's heart pounded violently. At her level and realm, what kind of person could appear so silently?

A certain thought immediately arose in her mind.

She was just about to act and probe him.

However, at that very moment, an indescribably terrifying aura suddenly spread from that figure and enveloped her.

The old woman's entire body stiffened and turned cold.

She could not summon even the slightest will to resist.

"A... a Jie Realm martial artist? Are you the Prefecture Garrison Commander?"

With nothing more than his own aura, he had rendered even an extreme-realm martial artist like her incapable of resisting or moving. In Nanyan Prefecture City, apart from that Jie Realm martial artist—the Prefecture Garrison Commander—she could think of no second person capable of this.

"It's just that I had already reined in my aura to the extreme. How was I found so easily?" Confusion surfaced in the old woman's heart.

The Prefecture Garrison Commander seemed to have no intention of speaking with the old woman. He raised his palm and gave a gentle pull, drawing her before him. Then he pressed one palm against her forehead and began reading her memories.

The two of them immediately froze, motionless like statues.

After a while, the Prefecture Garrison Commander released his palm, and the old woman began to disintegrate, just like the master of