[A sword silhouette shot out of the Crimson Gourd, and a human figure gradually emerged from within it.]
[True Person Dao Yuan and Lingmiaozi recognized the gourd. Was that not the strange red gourd they had seen in Rogue Du'e's hands back in the Northern Sky Prison?]
[Yet this gourd could, at most, injure seventh-tier cultivators. Against eighth-tier cultivators, it was already useless.]
[Then why had the Third Prince brought out the gourd now?]
[The figure gradually solidified, taking the form of a middle-aged man in white.]
[He was tall and slender, clad in plain white robes, with swordlike brows and star-bright eyes. His appearance was strikingly heroic, yet a faint, gentle smile at the corners of his lips softened much of that cold severity.]
[Two utterly different temperaments blended strangely between his brows, as naturally as if they had always belonged together, making him all the more eye-catching.]
[None of the demons present below had ever seen this man.]
[Not only that, even Gu Changqing and Gu Changze had never seen him before.]
[Upon appearing, Xuanji took in the scene and immediately understood the situation before him.]
[Your voice rang out. "Fellow Daoist Xuanji, I leave these two to you."]
[A smile curled at the corners of Xuanji's mouth. "I will not fail your trust."]
[Xuanji drifted forward, his hands otherwise empty. He merely raised one hand to cradle the Crimson Gourd, then casually looped its cord and secured it firmly at his waist.]
[Xuanji's opponents were the Fragrant Consort and Xia Guang.]
[You were quite at ease. This Fellow Daoist Xuanji was the fourth disciple of that Sword Ancestor's avatar, and he had entered the eighth tier long ago.]
[Seeing this, Xia Guang, dressed in robes of radiant clouds, frowned when she noticed that Xuanji had only a