That single move alone made Xu Changqing see the man before him in a different light.
Barring any surprises, this man's cultivation and strength were likely far beyond Chi Huo, Zhao Chengdao, and the others. He was certainly no ordinary disciple.
Either a core disciple.
Or a personal disciple.
Qing Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "What is it?"
Xu Changqing came back to himself and asked instead, "What magical artifact is that?"
Qing Xuan smiled faintly. "This is the Daiyu Fan. Its wind does not chill, its flowing water does not muddy, and its birdsong does not grate. It forms a world of its own for my use."
As soon as he heard that, Xu Changqing sucked in a breath. "Does it have to be this outrageous? Or are all you people from the Secluded Dao Sect this heaven-defying?"
Qing Xuan explained, "No. My master personally bestowed it upon me when I entered the world."
Xu Changqing looked thoughtful. "It seems your master is quite formidable."
Qing Xuan did not wish to reveal too much to a stranger, so he extended the Ink Bamboo in his hand. "Never mind that. Help me see what is wrong with it."
Since the man before him was unfathomable, Xu Changqing did not rashly use spiritual power. Instead, he reached out and touched it, using the system's abilities to analyze it.
The results soon appeared.
Ink Bamboo Faint white patches emerging Spirit fluid congealed and turbid Spirit resonance weak Turbid breath invading the roots Spirit Vein stagnant
After reading it, Xu Changqing raised a brow.
Qing Xuan froze for a moment, then asked curiously, "What is it?"
Xu Changqing said gravely, "Rather than saying this Ink Bamboo is sick, it would be more accurate to say that this