Seated at the head of the room was an old Daoist with long eyebrows that fell to his shoulders. To his left sat a young Daoist, and to his right, a female Daoist.

All three were scrutinizing Wei Yuan. Just as Wei Yuan felt as thought every secret of his being was about to be laid bare, the shadow in the moon stirred. Instantly, Wei Yuan’s fortune was shrouded in a thin veil, becoming indistinct and impossible to discern clearly.

The young Daoist had been looking at him with a smile, but the smile froze on his face the moment his gaze fell upon Wei Yuan.

Next, a cloud of primal chaos rose from the girl Yin Yang, shrouding Wei Yuan’s sea of consciousness and blocking all gazes from the outside. The long-browed True Lord in the center opened his eyes slightly, a look of surprise on his face.

But the female True Lord seemed unwilling to give up just yet. Layers of blue qi flickered in her eyes, as if she intended to dispel the cloud of primal chaos.

At that moment, the Red Lotus Bodhi swayed gently, and the tens of thousands of mortals, who had been going about their business...