The imposing man's gaze flashed like lightning, piercing straight toward him. Jiang Yi felt a chill run through his body, as though a sword had stabbed clean through him!
"What level of cultivation is this? Just one glance made me feel as though death were upon me! An Upper Cultivator? Absolutely an Upper Cultivator!"
Jiang Yi was inwardly horrified, but he recalled the four-character verdict he had obtained by Supplicating the Heavenly Book before leaving—[a fright, but no danger]—and forcibly steadied his mind.
Fortune and misfortune have already been settled. I definitely won't meet my end here tonight!
Besides, he truly had never heard the name "Lou Zhenxiao."
Between a Mortal Laborer of the Qianji Sect and one of the Great Talisman Sect's ten great True Disciples, the gulf was far greater than that between clouds and mud.
The two were as far apart as the Southern Continent and the Eastern Victory Continent. A Lower Cultivator could scarcely cross that distance in an entire lifetime.
"Who's Lou Zhenxiao?"
With that thought, a measure of frankness arose in Jiang Yi's heart, and composure showed between his brows.
"Of the Demonic Dao cultivators I've seen over the years, they've been either cringing cowards, greedy and cunning, or selfish seekers of profit.
"You clearly cultivate Ding Fire, yet you aren't soft and sinister. Instead, you're open and upright. A rarity indeed."
The imposing man sighed.
He considered himself a judge of countless people, with discerning eyes like blazing torches. When he had questioned the youth just now, the boy's expression had been candid and his Qi activity steady. It truly had been no act.
Appearances could be disguised and minds beguiled, but a bearing like this, radiating from within, was the hardest thing to counterfeit.
It seemed he truly was not a spy