After listening to Wang Jie's detailed report, delivered word by word, Ying Xuanzi sat upright in the main seat. His usually warm and calm expression could not help but shift slightly, and a trace of shock rose between his brows.
He fell silent for a moment, his fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest before him, sinking into a long contemplation, as if trying with all his might to fathom the methods and foundation of the mysterious expert Wang Jie had spoken of.
Only after a long while did Ying Xuanzi slowly open his eyes. An indescribable gravity flashed through them. He sighed softly and spoke at last.
"This Sect Tournament was filled with constant upheaval and danger at every turn. This old man originally thought it was nothing more than ordinary competition among the younger generation. I never imagined that you would encounter such an astonishing, extraordinary figure in the Yimo Region. It is truly inconceivable, far beyond imagination."
He paused, his tone carrying deep wariness and doubt.
"Judging by the methods you just described, wiping out all those prodigies of the Yuan Sect in an instant with a mere lift of the hand... such means have long since surpassed the scope of the Life and Death Profound Realms. Forget deducing his true cultivation. Even if this old man exhausted every thought, it would still be difficult to imagine that someone in this world could display such methods within the Yimo Region."
As his words fell, Ying Xuanzi's expression gradually became incomparably solemn. He slowly nodded to Wang Jie, his voice steady and grave.
"However, regardless of that person's origins, regardless of the depth of his cultivation, and regardless of what purpose he had in making his move, in the end, he lent aid when my Dao Sect disciples were