The spirit talisman had only just drifted down...
The chief shopkeeper of Verdant Pavilion flicked a strand of Magic Power from his fingertip.
The next moment.
That talisman covered in mysterious black patterns instantly transformed into a jet-black streak of light and hurtled straight toward the young female cultivator before him.
The two stood extremely close. The young female cultivator was immersed in her resolve to stand firm and protect the shop, with not the slightest guard up, and she had not even realized what was happening.
That jet-black streak of light had already fastened itself to her delicate body in an instant, landing precisely on her dantian.
In an instant, the young female cultivator's body froze where she stood, as though she had been struck by an immobilization spell.
Her mouth parted slightly as she tried to speak, yet not a sound emerged; she could not utter a word.
Her eyes brimmed with terror and confusion.
She only felt her entire body stiffen...
An icy, bone-piercing force spread from her dantian, instantly sweeping through every limb and bone in her body.
The Magic Power that had once surged and circulated within her was as though heavy molten lead had been poured into it, completely solidifying, unable to be stirred in the slightest;
even her divine sense was confined within her Sea of Consciousness by that icy force, unable to extend even a fraction, as if her entire body no longer belonged to her.
She could only watch everything before her with wide-open eyes, utterly powerless.
The steadfast look on the young female cultivator's delicate face had long vanished, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.
Her eyes were wide, tears welling in her almond-shaped eyes as her gaze fixed tightly upon the old man before her—
this old man who