The sturdy young man was sitting upright in the courtyard, his hands forming a spell, as streams of black flames surged from his palms, flowing all around. Several black talisman scripts transformed into assorted glimmers that flickered by his side.
Li Xijun swept a glance over him, careful not to let him sense anything, and averted his gaze, only keeping watch on him out of the corner of his eye.
'Chengliao has not been influenced by him, this person is no Chu Yi; he likely doesn't have the Zifu manipulating from behind, perhaps he has some destiny on him, has discovered some inheritance treasure... received guidance from some expert.'
Li Xijun didn't act rashly at the moment but instead called Chen Mufeng over:
"The Jade Courtyard Guards searching for the shuttle are too dense, easily arousing suspicion. Spread out along the boundary, his sweetheart is still up in the mountains, I'll have elder Wushao personally watch over Xu Xiao."
