The black robes worn by the First God Cult were exquisitely crafted and could block probing senses. Even Zhang Yuan's Celestial Person divine sense could not glimpse the faces beneath them.
Although he could not see his face, when Zhang Yuan heard Deputy Cult Master Tan speak, the faint, mysterious perceptions granted by his celestial person status told him that the man seemed familiar. He must have met him somewhere before.
Deputy Cult Master Tan chuckled. "Although our cult never reveals its members' identities, if you're curious, fellow Daoist, simply place your bet on the Great Heng Dynasty's Crown Prince, and I'll meet you privately with my true face revealed. What do you think?"
"A fine proposal, but I refuse."
Zhang Yuan answered decisively.
He merely thought this deputy cult master of the First God Cult seemed a little familiar; he was not genuinely curious about what the man looked like. If his true face turned out to belong to some decrepit old geezer, and Zhang Yuan had backed the Crown Prince just to see it, wouldn't that be a colossal loss?
Deputy Cult Master Tan's tone cooled slightly as he said in a low voice, "It seems this matter is destined not to end peacefully..."
You refused the offered wine, so now you'll drink the wine of punishment.
His Ascension Realm cultivation was the genuine article. No matter how strong this brat was, he would even dare trade blows with their cult master at the peak of the Ascension Realm. As long as he was not facing a Divine Master, he could fight anyone, whatever their lineage or cultivation realm.
Yet before Deputy Cult Master Tan finished speaking, countless streaks of supremely sharp qi light came whistling toward him.
With the [Primordial Form-Converging Sword] in hand, Zhang Yuan used