Three Origins Taoist Temple.
The yellow-robed Taoist had breathed his last.
At this moment, Bai Luoyu and Su Zhi had also suppressed the turmoil in their hearts.
Bai Luoyu took out a pill and swallowed it.
As his qi and blood circulated through his body, his complexion quickly improved considerably.
He slowly rose to his feet and looked at the Taoist, who was already dead.
"Prefect Su, can you tell which sect this Taoist came from?"
Su Zhi shook her head. "I can't tell!"
From the very first moment she had fought the yellow-robed Taoist, she had secretly examined his distinguishing traits.
But aside from his Taoist robe and the Spirit Summoning Art he wielded, which revealed him to be a Taoist practitioner, nothing else gave away any information.
She could not identify him at all.
"Brother Jiang, what do you think?" Bai Luoyu stepped forward to Jiang Ning's side and looked at the dead Taoist sitting cross-legged.
Jiang Ning shook his head. "Neither of you can tell, so I certainly can't! But one thing is certain: this Taoist should have come from one of those major top-tier Taoist sects."
"In this day and age, with Taoist arts so extraordinary and talent so outstanding, yet he came to such a small place to do this sort of thing. Clearly, his status within his faction was not particularly high."
As he spoke, Jiang Ning turned his gaze toward the ritual altar floating three feet above the ground.
Despite being caught in the brief clash between Su Zhi and the yellow-robed Taoist, the altar had remained steady.
His sixth sense told him that something was wrong with the altar's aura.
His figure flashed, and he instantly arrived atop the altar.
Then his gaze swiftly locked onto the wooden plaque on the divine