Atop Cloud Sun, the True Person let out a soft sigh.
He gripped the horsetail whisk cradled in his arms and gave a gentle sweep towards Zhao Huaian, who was lying unconscious on the ground.
A luminous spiritual light immediately appeared on the other's body, and the wound on his forehead healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bloodstains on his face vanished in an instant.
The next moment, the Loose Cultivator, who harbored a deep grievance from a sea of blood, opened his eyes somewhat bewilderedly.
When he came to his senses, he knelt on the ground once again.
Bowing his head, he awaited the final judgment!
At that time, countless gazes were focused on Zhao Huaian, filled with admiration, pity, resentment, and sympathy…
They were numerous and varied.
No one knew what fate awaited this audacious Loose Cultivator.
It was believed that many wished him dead!
Ji Guantao withdrew his gaze and called out in a low voice, "Where is the Inner Guard?"
