On the other side,
Han Yi had scared away the Daoist Fruit Realm cultivator who tried to oppress him with his status. Not choosing to pursue, he held the Chongxuan Stele in his hand and turned to look at the Outer Path cultivator who was already not far behind him.
Naturally, even if he hadn't been blocked earlier, under the heavy pressure of the stele, he was much slower than the Outer Path Realm cultivator. There was no escaping; if he wanted to keep this stele, it was clear a confrontation was required.
He had predicted this and was not surprised.
A figure suddenly stopped a few miles away from Han Yi, draped in a gray robe with a complexion like jade, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
"I am Elder Zhuang Ruyi, the seventh elder of the Emperor Xuan Sect."
"Daoist, put down the stele, and I will let you leave safely."
The newcomer looked at Han Yi, his language devoid of emotion. Though there was no sense of imperiousness, his attitude was indeed one of condescension.
