Wei Zhilin's Disciplinary Ruler was already before his eyes.
The masked man's pupils contracted sharply. He drove his True Qi with all his might, blood mist surging wildly around him as he tried to escape underground.
But the jet-black ruler carried more than incomparably powerful true essence. A will as vast as an abyssal sea pressed down on his soul, making it tremble and slowing the circulation of his True Qi. His Earth Escape Technique collapsed instantly.
A cold touch pressed against the back of his neck. The tip of the Disciplinary Ruler rested squarely on his Dazhui acupoint, and a thread of True Qi flowed through it, instantly sealing every meridian in his body.
The masked man stiffened. Staring at that face so close to his own, still as calm as water, he rasped, "Worthy of being Li Xingzhi's disciple!"
Wei Zhilin looked at him without a trace of triumph, only the quiet composure of someone who had seen through the ways of the world. "All these years, you spared no effort infiltrating the Knowledge and Practice Institute. Was tonight what you were after?"
The masked man fell silent for a moment, then raised a hand and pulled away his black face covering, revealing a stern, imposing face, square-jawed, with thick brows and deep-set eyes. It was Zhu Jin, the Instructor everyone at the Knowledge and Practice Institute respected.
The corners of his mouth curled upward. A vicious smile utterly unlike his usual expression appeared on his square face. "Wei Zhilin, I truly admire your powers of restraint."
Wei Zhilin looked at him, ignoring the mockery in his words.
Zhu Jin sneered. "You saw through my identity long ago, yet kept silent, quietly shutting me out of the inner circle. No wonder I never gained access to any core