Zhong Yan turned his head and was about to step into the burial chamber.
Swish!
Qi Tianjun suddenly transformed into a streaking shadow, thrusting a palm toward Zhong Yan's head.
"Sect Leader, please have mercy!"
Yun Wuqing was astonished and shouted urgently.
But before Qi Tianjun's palm could descend, a mysterious force erupted from Zhong Yan's body, repelling the attack.
Qi Tianjun stepped back two paces, shaking his numb arm lightly, and sneered, "As expected, you are not Zhong Yan. That boy's talent is insufficient to cultivate such profound power. Who exactly are you?"
Yun Wuqing and the others were stunned upon hearing this.
They scrutinized Zhong Yan carefully; despite the ominous aura surrounding him, he didn't seem like someone impersonating another.
"A person from the book, a ghost among men, truth and lies interwoven—how can you be certain that he isn't the real Zhong Yan?"
Suddenly, a teasing voice drifted through the air.
