The woman had never thought that a person could change so much.
She vaguely remembered the handsome young man who had appeared in the small courtyard under the lead of the constable of the Black Office, Huang Xian. At that time, the young man had just stepped into cultivation and his aura was as weak as a firefly.
Now that she looked at it again, the Qi Blood on the young man's body was so majestic that it was like boiling mountain flames. His mental power was like a divine sword that had just been unsheathed, faintly revealing a cold sword qi.
Although she was unable to determine the exact cultivation level, this oppressive pressure meant that the young man's cultivation level was no longer the same as before.