The Beginning of the Nameless Chapter
A fierce, overwhelming aura surged toward "Master Lazy Cat"—Yan Xilai—like a cosmic tempest.
Yan Xilai, seated in his wicker chair, suddenly rose to his feet. His waist and spine flexed like springs, propping his whole body upright in an instant.
Yan Lingfeng's eyes widened. In his impression, Master Lazy Cat had always been indolent, like the stray cats basking in the courtyard sun—never seeming particularly serious. Yet at this moment, Lazy Cat straightened up. His eyes flashed, his gaze blazing bright, like lightning tearing through a darkened sky.
"Just who is Master Lazy Cat?!"
In that instant, Yan Lingfeng was utterly shaken.
"I wish to ascend, yet the skies are sundered by mist; I wish to cross the waters, yet no bridge spans them."
Yan Xilai slowly chanted, "I wish to climb the mountain, yet its path is perilous; I wish to draw from the well, yet its spring lies far away. Tonight beneath the Yue people's emerald quilt, what night is this? Alone upon the sandy shore, the river grass is green... Purple swallows fly westward, longing to bear a letter; where amid white clouds might they meet a returning guest?"
In an instant, his aura rose with his straightening spine, climbing step by step. An artistic conception emerged—free and unrestrained, rising and falling, roaming in all directions, advancing and retreating within bounds, requiring no urging of the mind, natural and unending.
This was the bearing of a supreme grandmaster. Yan Xilai's true combat power might not yet have reached the level of immortal-divine experts, but in terms of personal cultivation and realm, he far surpassed the level of Manifesting Divinity.
"A distinguished guest has come to my door. I failed to welcome you from afar."
This "Marquis Treading West" had great confidence