The white-robed old man's eyes were exceptionally bright, vast as the sea and deep as the stars. The moment one saw him, one would be drawn in, finding it difficult to look away.
Song Qingshu's heart tightened. He could already feel a mental intrusion and instantly realized that this man was Elder Usun, one of the Four Remonstrance Officials and also one of the Four Commanders of Ten Thousand Households Zhao Min had mentioned.
Zhao Min had warned him last night that Elder Usun possessed godlike abilities, able to communicate with heavenly gods in dreams and silently kill Temujin's enemies within their dreams. At the time, he had been somewhat dismissive, but upon seeing him today, he immediately understood. Elder Usun's spiritual power was terrifying; he had likely specialized in methods of mental attack. With his abilities, planting mental suggestions in someone and erasing their consciousness during sleep would indeed not be difficult. Coupled with the superstition and ignorance of most people, rumors had gradually created Elder Usun's current mysterious, god-communing image.
Sensing the other man's mental intrusion, Song Qingshu considered that Elder Usun was careless for the moment and did not know his true identity, much less that he too was an expert in this field. If he struck suddenly now, he could likely erase the old man's soul in an instant.
Given the spiritual power Elder Usun had displayed, Song Qingshu knew that in a fair confrontation, he was not completely confident he could surpass him in this regard. If he did not attack now, he might never get such a good opportunity again.
However, looking at the Mongol experts filling the hall, Song Qingshu ultimately abandoned that tempting idea and replied, "Fu Cailin's swordsmanship has already reached the divine. When facing him, I held the upper hand