The Old Beggar Returns to the Rescue

Ji Yuan had already held no small standing in the hearts of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators. This time, having arrived at the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and led the cultivators into the Heavenly Secrets Hall, his status had risen even higher in the eyes of all its cultivators. As for his cultivation, there was even less need to mention it.

Thus, seeing Ji Yuan reveal such a pained expression at this moment naturally made Lian Baiping extremely uneasy. He had just been beside Ji Yuan, yet he had sensed nothing of why such a change had occurred.

For an immortal cultivator of Ji Yuan's level, there were few things that could threaten him. Once he displayed some bodily reaction difficult to suppress, it was bound to be a major matter.

While asking Ji Yuan about his condition, Lian Baiping's hands did not remain idle. With a flick of his hand, a turtle shell flew out and instantly transformed into a pale yellow halo that enveloped Ji Yuan and himself within several feet. Turtle-shell patterns stood out distinctly upon the light, layered and textured, while Dharma light flowed like water. It was clearly a treasure capable of both sturdy all-round protection and concentrated defense at a single point.

"Mr. Ji, has some powerful enemy attacked?"

Lian Baiping did his best to keep his voice calm, though a trace of tension inevitably seeped through.

Once Ji Yuan's headache had eased somewhat, he looked at Lian Baiping and waved a hand.

"It is not an attack by any powerful enemy, but something concerning Ji himself. Mm, Fellow Daoist Lian may understand it as Ji having just forcibly peeked into Heavenly Secrets."

Forcibly peeking into Heavenly Secrets—Lian Baiping almost instinctively asked, as though an occupational habit had flared up.

"What did you glimpse, sir?