When Qi Xuansu arrived at the main hall, the host was already waiting for him. A scholarly middle-aged man, about 40 years old, was sitting there elegantly, dressed in warm woolen clothes.0

Qi Xuansu glanced at the man a few times with his Yin-Yang Eyes. The man’s yang energy was weak, but the Three Yang Lights on him were still shining brightly with no signs of flickering.0

In comparison, Qi Xuansu’s Three Yang Lights was like a furnace fire that could not be extinguished with a simple blow. No matter how many times he looked over his shoulder in the night, his Three Yang Lights would still be shining intensely. Ordinary ghosts who dared to come close to Qi Xuansu would burn like moths to the flame.0

A Martial Arts Practitioner at its peak had strong blood qi, comparable to that of ancient wild beasts. Ordinary people would not be able to see anything,...0