Luo Zhong stood above. The chaos qi within the Chang Ying Way spread in from every direction, surging and converging upon Councilor Lan below.
Councilor Lan stood there without the slightest intention of evading. She looked at Luo Zhong and said gravely, "If you are unwilling to abide by it, then Origin Xia has no need to abide by it either."
Luo Zhong burst into laughter. "If you will not give it to me, I will take it myself."
As he spoke, those murky black mists swarmed toward Councilor Lan. She did not resist, merely watching Luo Zhong coldly as the currents of qi invaded her body and swallowed her whole.
Luo Zhong sneered. He knew that what had entered this place could only be a proxy body. Her true body was surely still within the Two Halls. When the Chang Ying Way had suddenly undergone this mutation, this person was no Daoist Qiuquan—she did not have the nerve to come in person.
But great chaos was different. Even if it was a proxy body, unless one severed the connection of spiritual intent from beginning to end, it could still contaminate the true body. And since she had come to ascertain the situation, she naturally could not do that.
So long as he could latch onto her, he could drag this person—
Just as that thought arose, a long, resonant bell toll sounded. In an instant, ripples swayed across his entire body, and his aura seemed to scatter for a moment. The Hansu Golden Bell had rung. Yet with the Black Mirror present, every alteration in force was swallowed into it, preserving his existence.
But with that interruption, there was no longer any question of pursuing Councilor Lan. He gave a cold snort but showed no intention of leaving. Instead,