Identity

Chu Zhiyuan had been observing the gray-robed middle-aged man all along.

Everything inside and outside him—his blood flow, True Essence, aura, muscle movements, facial muscles, and eyes—was under observation.

When the man saw them, there had been nothing unusual.

But the moment he heard the words "Mind-Reading Pearl," his muscles tensed, his heartbeat quickened, his blood began racing, and his pupils dilated.

He became an entirely different person.

As though he had seen some monstrous beast and could not wait to flee for his life.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

Why was this gray-robed middle-aged man so terrified of the Mind-Reading Pearl? Was he afraid of exposing a secret?

And why did he fear exposing it? Because the Yuan Zhen Dynasty held his Achilles' heel, something he would protect even in death?

His family?

Then what would he do?

Did he have some means of taking his own life even with his acupoints sealed?

Thinking of this, he said, "Prevent him from killing himself."

Li Miaotan looked solemnly at the gray-robed middle-aged man, then glanced at Li Yuzhen.

Li Yuzhen nodded and stepped forward to seal the gray-robed middle-aged man's acupoints once more.

After sealing them, she carefully checked again, placing her jade palm against his back to probe the state of his True Essence.

It had already been completely locked at the Tanzhong point and could not move. Only then did she remove her jade palm.

Li Miaotan said, "Keep a hand on him for now, lest something truly happen."

"Yes." Li Yuzhen placed her jade palm against his back again.

The gray-robed middle-aged man's heartbeat was accelerating, his blood was racing, and his pupils continued to expand.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned. "He has already used a secret art to end his own life, hasn't he?"

Though the gray-robed middle-aged man's acupoints