Ma Qing frowned deeply as he stared at the Golden Taixu Mirror in Jiang Lizhi's hand. He wondered if this was the reason Jiang Lizhi was so certain Ji Tiandao was an impostor. If that was the case, who was the old man who killed the Other Tribesmen the other day? Was he mistaken? Perhaps, this old man had disguised himself as Ji Tiandao the other day? He shook his head. 'No, no, no. I can't be led astray by the bastard, Jiang Lizhi!' He was certain he did not make a mistake. He would not suffer a loss if he trusted his own judgments.
Jiang Lizhi raised the Golden Taixu Mirror in his hand.
Primal Qi surged, and Qi was condensed into energy. Golden energy swirled around the golden mirror before it buzzed and shone. The veins on the mirror's surface formed an energy seal that turned into a round Formation vein with a uniform pattern. It resembled the Daoist Eight Gates Formation seal.
