Bifang moved slowly and gently, yet carried an air that brooked no doubt.
A slender figure emerged from the cloud-glow.
He too wore a blue robe, and the fortune above his head flickered in and out of sight.
Only the black pupils within his eye sockets were exceptionally cold.
They seemed to be wrapped in ice that had not melted for ten thousand years, sending chills down one's spine.
The moment this figure appeared,
his gaze fell upon them.
Then he furrowed his brow.
"May I ask who you are, sir?"
How could he not remember any cultivators appearing here?
"Immortal Sect garrison."
Bifang took out a jade-white token.
He held no particular opinion of this cultivator.
Because this layer of his identity was now undergoing a subtle transformation.
"So you are a fellow disciple."
"Since you are here, fellow disciple, I shall not disturb you."
The blue-robed cultivator relaxed his brow.
Then he frowned slightly again.
Clearly, Bifang was no ordinary man. A trace of wariness flashed deep within his eyes as he looked at Bifang.
Bifang had acted with effortless ease, and he could not gauge the depths of his strength.
Yet he also knew that having someone capable of guarding this place was, instead, a good thing.
After only a few brief words,
the figure within the cloud-glow cast one last glance down at the city.
Then he transformed into a streak of rainbow light and departed.
Seeing this,
Bifang glanced at the jade token in his hand.
This identity was even more important than he had imagined.
Its transformation had now been completed.
"Identity: Immortal Sect Garrison?"
"Immortal Sect Elder?"
After the question mark was another identity: elder.
Though it bore a question mark, it was still an extraordinary change.
``` [Experience: From an Immortal Sect