The conflict continued, but Wei Yuan's major trial had already concluded.
Having just returned to Shayang Village, a Flying Boat pierced through the sky and descended gently before Wei Yuan and his companions.
From the opened hatch, several Daoists emerged, the leader with a face like a jujube, stern without anger, exuding an authority that caused a clear energy to rise for a hundred zhang around him and the yellow energy to disperse—an obvious high cultivator in Dharma Image. His gaze electric, he surveyed the surroundings, his expression softened when he saw Zhang Sheng and Bao Yun, nodding in acknowledgement. When his eyes landed on Wei Yuan, his gaze turned gentle and a smile appeared on his face.
The Master's gaze had also swept past Li Zhi, treating him as if he were air. Clearly, even the son of a duke was not yet at a level to be noticed by the Master.