North Abyss Knows Prohibition, Angrily Waves Seal; Cheng Ti Holds Halberd, Fights Old Daoist in Panic

Beimingzi's deep-set eyes fixed unwaveringly on Zhao Cheng, his gaze seeming capable of piercing heaven and earth.

Yet after observing him for a while, he still could not discern even the slightest detail of this man's cultivation.

It was as though the young man before him was shrouded in an invisible mist, unfathomably deep.

Quietly withdrawing the trace of disdain in his heart, he rapidly formed divination seals beneath his sleeve, attempting to calculate Zhao Cheng's origins. Yet the moment the hexagram touched Zhao Cheng's aura, it instantly dissolved into a chaotic muddle.

Beimingzi's heart jolted. When he focused again and sorted through the results of his earlier calculations, he discovered that the source of all that chaos pointed to this seemingly young Lord Wuwei before him!

A few more traces of astonishment entered his eyes as he sized Zhao Cheng up anew.

The young man was tall and broad-shouldered, his brows brimming with the valiant, keen spirit of a king or marquis. His skin, his physique, the circulation of his aura—all bore the vivid marks of youth in bone structure and fate. He was absolutely not one of those old fellows who had hidden from the world for years and merely pretended to be young.

"At such an age, to possess such unfathomable cultivation—you truly have some grounds for your arrogance."

A faint smile curled across Beimingzi's lips, and his tone held a trace of approval. But it turned flat in the next moment. "Still, arrogance must have its limits.

"This poor Taoist is Beimingzi of the Taoist School's Heaven Sect. These people are this poor Taoist's final disciples and junior brothers.

"You detained them here without cause. That this poor Taoist has not held you accountable already is the Heaven Sect's duty to treat others with kindness."

"Moreover,