For a moment, Black Flood Dragon True Man began to doubt his own judgment.
He saw that the intent reaching across space was ethereal and profound, resembling Guiyan's methods, yet upon closer discernment, amid that emptiness and stillness, he perceived vibrant life, surging and flowing without end—an utterly pure Mystic Gate true intent.
Moreover, he saw clearly that the imperial dharma image manifested behind the Daoist nun bore the support of a seal, helping her complete the talisman, enhancing its might, and even stirring the Eight Edicts of Shangqing for Summoning Dragons to release poisonous dragon treasure flames. There had to be some unfathomable mystery within.
So righteous and free of evil, so subtle in its mystical workings—how could this be a demonic sect's method?
He could not help wondering, Could this Daoist nun not be Guiyan's dependent, but a true disciple of some Mystic Gate lineage, backed by some great power? Otherwise, how could she possess such a hidden trump card?
Thinking further, he recalled an earlier doubt: she had clearly possessed a means of hiding, yet had deliberately revealed her trail. Could it be that Guiyan had truly used this woman to set a trap for him, making him offend a great Mystic Gate sect?
Thus, he grew even more cautious. He circled once through the air, avoiding the poisonous dragon treasure flames that could destroy flesh and melt bone. He no longer pressed his attack, but instead roared thunderously through the sky. "You there, Daoist nun! You appear to be of the orthodox Mystic Gate—why do you not observe the pure precepts, and instead become Guiyan's mistress?"
He was first accusing her falsely, seeking a righteous pretext for his actions. He would see how the Daoist nun responded. If she truly had someone behind her, he would