Eastern Saint Garrison.
In midair, hearing the blue-robed cultivator's angry question,
the surrounding Gold Core True Persons sensed danger and immediately grew alert.
Ning Daohuan narrowed his eyes slightly as well. An inscrutable look flickered in them, and his tone grew considerably colder:
"May I ask who you are, fellow Daoist?"
"Have you come to avenge Pang Xiao of the Mountain-Sea Sect?"
"Pang Xiao..."
The blue-robed cultivator had just made a point of questioning the few rogue cultivators in the Chen Kingdom and had roughly learned what had happened.
He knew this was the newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator who had been slain.
His thoughts turned, and he deliberately furrowed his brows, saying coldly:
"You killed a Nascent Soul cultivator on territory under Great Jin's jurisdiction... yet you don't know who I am?"
"Do cultivators from Great Chu know nothing of the rules?"
At the blue-robed cultivator's words, the surrounding Gold Core True Persons remained somewhat bewildered, feeling at most a trace of panic at having their origins exposed.
But Ning Daohuan, as the master of a sect who had faintly touched upon higher circles, instantly paled. A possibility abruptly sprang into his mind!
Thinking of that possibility, he felt the blue-robed cultivator's unfathomable cultivation, which further corroborated his conjecture.
Ning Daohuan's formerly domineering presence and cold manner abruptly faltered, then instinctively became much more subdued. He asked cautiously:
"You... sir, could you be from the Great Jin Dynasty's..."
"As long as you know."
The blue-robed cultivator swept him a cold glance.
"Great Jin issued strict orders long ago: within its jurisdiction, those of the third tier and above are absolutely forbidden from engaging in private duels to the death!"
"The Chen Kingdom has languished for centuries, and only now has it finally produced a Nascent Soul cultivator. Yet you