"Fellow Daoist Yongcheng, I merely wore a conical hat to avoid drawing attention. Yet you forcibly altered your appearance. Had the immense pressure during teleportation not caused your aura-concealing technique to fail, I fear you would not have exposed your identity." The beautiful man spoke mockingly.
He was none other than Yuan Rong, patriarch of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion—the sword companion Jian Xiao had once mentioned.
After Jian Xiao's death, he had exhausted every possible means to find Song Wen, the murderer, and avenge Jian Xiao.
As for the man confronting him tit for tat—Dao Lord Yong Yuan—he was a Mahayana patriarch of the Azure Flame Sect.
Ying Wu had once told Song Wen that after Wen Xuan's death, this man had gone to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and demanded that they hand over Ying Wu. However, after receiving a generous sum of benefits, he had left in satisfaction.
I had thought that the Western Rong Continent expedition would involve no one above the Body Integration Realm. Now, two old Mahayana monsters have appeared. This may well breed complications. Fortunately, they exposed themselves early, so I can take precautions. Especially before Yuan Rong, I cannot use the Blood Sea Imperial Seal, Vast Extremity Divine Thunder, Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword, Thunder Kui Wings... none of those methods. Otherwise, my identity will surely be exposed, Song Wen thought.
Song Wen had also made another discovery.
His divine sense had failed to perceive the surroundings not because it had been suppressed by the pressure of the two old Mahayana monsters, as he had initially believed. Rather, some mysterious power inherent to this place was interfering with it.
While thoughts raced through Song Wen's mind, Yongcheng continued speaking with Yuan Rong.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, we have now been teleported to this