Inside the Seeking Dao Palace, a wisp of immortal mist dispersed, and Sect Master Wu Chen's aged, kindly face appeared before Xing Wu's eyes for the first time.
He had thought he was fully prepared. Whatever Immortal Master or exalted expert he faced, he would do his best to remain neither servile nor overbearing and calmly plead his case. Even if a true immortal descended here, he had to save his younger brother today.
Yet when Sect Master Wu Chen's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything in the world, looked straight at his face, the young Xing Wu still felt his soul tremble and an overwhelming terror rise within him.
The pressure of a Sixth Grade Supernatural Ability User was truly beyond words to a mortal who had not attained Understanding. It was like a wounded soldier playing dead on a battlefield, who was just about to get up and flee after the battle ended, only to see enemy banners flying, ten thousand horses pounding the earth, and a forest of spears bearing down on him like a roaring tide.
He was terrified, but when he remembered that his father had died away from home and his mother was only an ordinary farmwoman, then, as the eldest son and the family's only adult male, he had to bring Little One back!
He forced himself to answer, his hands trembling slightly, "Yes, I'm the one with the Blood Mark."
Upon hearing this, Chu Jin trembled all over, his face pale, and demanded with a trace of resentment in his voice, "You say you're the one with the Blood Mark?! Then activate the Blood Mark between your brows and let me see!"
Though Chu Jin was only in his twenties, he was Sect Master Wu Chen's final disciple and had