"You..."
In a flash, Su Xiaotai realized something, and a sharp glint burst forth from the depths of his eyes.
"No... You don't have the Jian wood Dao Rhyme of the Cyan Cloud Sect's direct lineage."
Su Xiaotai roared in fury, "What a fiend! How dare you make a fool of me! You are not the Daoist of the Cyan Cloud Sect!"
BOOM!
The terrifying might of the Nascent Soul Stage bore down on Qin Xuan like a mountain as he raised his hand to capture her.
"Elder, wait!"
At that critical moment, Lin Feng could no longer hold back. His aura changed abruptly as his figure flashed, blocking Qin Xuan.
A pure and immense Spiritual Pressure erupted from him.
"Junior Martial Uncle Su, I am the Daoist. Miss Xuan'Er has nothing to do with this. Please don't make things difficult for her."
Liu Mobai looked up, staring at Lin Feng in shock.
Just then, Shi Jian, who had always seemed simple and honest, suddenly stepped forward. "No, I'm the real Daoist of the Cyan Cloud Sect."
