"Certainly."
Zhang Taichu nodded in agreement. He took out a yellowed book and then called for a boy, asking Yi Chen to go down and rest.
The doors of the Celestial Master Hall opened without any wind and slowly closed on their own.
"What are your thoughts on this person?" Zhang Taichu suddenly asked, addressing the others behind the great hall.
With a wave of his large sleeve, the mist in the back hall, like a whale drawing in water, completely entered a censer in the center, revealing four Daoists seated cross-legged, each radiating the aura of immortality with a visage of youthful old age.
"Returning to the Sect Leader, I just used the Illuminating Divine Mirror to examine this person's foundation. His spiritual nature is as shallow as a rock, and his current level of cultivation must be the result of possessing some unknown Divine Body, forcing his progress.
