As he was born into a family with a grotto heaven, Tuoba Chongyuan was extremely well-informed, especially about the southern regions. The gray cloth released by the talisman looked all too familiar and clearly bore the traits of the Underworld. His frown deepened as he thought, It looks just like Judge Yang’s Nine-Layer Attribute Net from the Zhenan Office… Could his surname be Yang?2

He pondered to himself, and sure enough, the gray cloth delayed him. The spell art he had been preparing in his hand flared to life, six streaks of white light striking the cloth from both sides, only to be completely absorbed and vanishing without a trace.0

It’s just an old talisman… No matter. I’ll capture him first and ask questions later.0

He quickly dismissed his thoughts and formed a hand seal. A white-yellow lotus bloomed in his palm, its nine petals crisp and distinct. It fell into the cloth, which stretched and strained but only showed faint cracks.0

But Tuoba Chongyuan had achieved his aim. He placed one hand beneath his middle finger...0