Suddenly, the youth smiled. The genuine Qi surrounding him also quivered like stars following the moon or immortals worshiping the heaven. An air of honor and dignity, free from the mortal worries, thrived and burst from within him.
Meng Qi's senses were instantly blocked. His mind, muddled with genuine Qi, had to retreat as if thwarted by a flood. He could no longer sense the flow of the young man's genuine Qi and could only use his eyes to judge the Taoist's reaction.
This force was imposing and grand, but not solemn, so it didn't cause substantial damage to his mind. It merely closed the 'door' and prevented him from prying. This indicated that this young Taoist wasn't hostile.
"The Heavenly Emperor's Scripts is truly an outstanding supreme art." Meng Qi couldn't help giving a compliment. Besides fear, yearning, and consideration, any martial man would instinctively be amazed by such a strong yet delicate martial art.
