The Golden Light Mantra was immensely thick and powerful; even Lin Ke could not shatter it in a single blow.
But now that the person behind the scenes had appeared, Lin Ke wanted to see who harbored malice toward Shi Yi. He immediately turned and withdrew, then stood motionless in midair.
"Someone from the Daoist School?"
Lin Ke stood still, his voice cold. "Of the Thirteen Schools, there are the Dao Sect, Dao Palace, Daoist Gate, and Daoist School. Which branch are you from?"
The man opposite him wore blue Daoist robes and sat cross-legged in the air. His hair and beard were white, and his face looked kindly.
"This humble Daoist is Zhi He. Greetings, young master." The Daoist offered a formal salute.
Daoist Zhi He held a Glazed Glass Bottle in his left hand and a Jade Ruyi in his right. Glittering exotic flowers and herbs were embroidered on his robes.
Late-stage Third Realm?
"Are you competing to become the Dao Heir too?" Lin Ke's expression turned peculiar.
Only those under thirty could claim the title of Dao Heir.
This fellow must be in his eighties, right?
"This humble Daoist is young despite his crane-white hair. I have only just turned twenty-nine this year." Daoist Zhi He explained with a smile, "May I ask who your master is, young master?"
Lin Ke was rather curious. "Why do you people always latch onto who someone's master is?"
At that, understanding flashed through Daoist Zhi He's eyes. "So you're a rogue cultivator. Then there's nothing more to say."
Daoist Zhi He smiled gently and tossed the Jade Ruyi toward Lin Ke.
The Jade Ruyi radiated waves of pale green light. Its handle grew in the wind, transforming into roots that reached for Lin Ke one after another.
Lin Ke did