Volume One, Chapter 279
The refined middle-aged man asked, "You do not appear to be a member of our Shaman Clan. Whose inheritance did you obtain to become a Wuzi?"
Zhao Fu said, "I cannot tell you that."
The refined man was somewhat surprised. "What special identity does that person have that you cannot speak of?"
Zhao Fu replied, "Mm, that person's identity is indeed special."
At those words, everyone around them looked at Zhao Fu with curiosity. Judging by Zhao Fu's strength, that expert might be extraordinarily powerful. They all began guessing who it could be—such a powerful person was surely famous.
The refined man's expression turned solemn, and he vaguely sensed that this matter was far from ordinary.
Thinking that the expert before him might have a way to solve his registration problem, Zhao Fu gave a salute and said, "Senior, I have something I would like to ask your help with."
The refined man asked, "What is it?"
Zhao Fu said, "For some reason, I am unable to register here. Do you know what the reason might be?"
The refined man also found it strange. Such things rarely happened. As long as one was a Wuzi, registration would normally succeed. What was so special about the person before him?
The refined man said, "Go inside and try again. I will see what the problem is."
Zhao Fu nodded and returned to the building, standing at the center of the ring. The ring emitted light, but the shaman staff showed no reaction at all.
With a wave of his hand, the refined man sent a beam of light into the shaman formation. His expression became grave as he discovered the problem: the person before him exceeded the shaman staff's range of perception.
This made the matter extremely serious.