His speed was not the speed of the Heavenly Dao Foundation. Although the mask provided the power of disguise, masking the fluctuations of his cultivation base, he was doing everything else he could think of to avoid being identified as a fraud.
That night, an angry sound echoed over Zhongshan Peak.
"Damn it! Where has all the Blood Qi gone!?"
"What's happening? This is the second night in a row!"
"Something's wrong here!!"
The most tragic was Master God-Diviner... He had been unconscious all day. When he finally awoke the next evening, he looked around, face pale, eyes bloodshot, and burning with rage.
"Who is conspiring against me!?!?" A fierce aura erupted from within him, and his eyes were filled with fury. "Whoever you are, plotter, you're dead!"
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the injuries from the rebound of the previous night, then cast a spell. His eyes immediately glowed with a bright light.
