The True Lord who had just emerged from the Blood River was refined and handsome, dressed in an ink-wash scholar's robe embroidered with flowers and grass. He held a folding fan, carrying an indescribably carefree and elegant air.
He strode out of the Blood River with an unrestrained bearing, paying no heed to the gazes upon him, and merely said, "Stay and compose an essay with me!"
Spiritual radiance shot skyward above his head, weaving itself into brocade. His five fingers spread, and he pressed from afar—
His power crossed the battlefield where True Lords clashed, manifesting as pure-white literary qi. In an instant, it transformed into a massive hand of distinct patterns and seized at Xu Ximing.
The palm was like Heaven Cover, its force crushing the nine heavens.
Xu Ximing, carrying a six-foot sword on his back, was currently displaying only True Insight-level strength. Naturally, he had no possibility of resisting.
Yet his face showed no expression. He did not even glance at Meng Tianhai, looking only at Jiang Wang as he calmly said, "Once you've thought it through, just call my name."
Then, without any warning at all, he vanished.
The great hand of literary qi had originally been vast and majestic, carrying the momentum to pluck stars and seize the moon. In a blink, its fierce strength turned to gentleness, and it delicately pinched the Fate Rose. Without pursuing Xu Ximing, it turned straight back toward the Blood River.
Throughout this process, the man in the ink-wash scholar's robe gave Chen Pu, who was looking at him, a slight smile. "I am Fu Lanting, fifth-generation Sect Master of the Blood River Sect. Through the generous favor of the world, I have undeservedly been hailed as 'the foremost man in water control'!"
Fu Lanting, the fifth-generation Sect