As soon as the young Taoist finished his words, the Dharma Bead in his hand spun once, spewing out a hazy gray light, misty like clouds, rising unceasingly.
The two of them had not yet made any moves, but the gray mist was already drifting around, enveloping above and below, cutting off the Great Void, preventing others from spying with Divine Skills.
"Oh?"
Jiang Boqing's gaze lingered on the gray light around him for an instant, and he spoke softly:
"I know nothing of 'Answers to the Beggar Under the Mulberry'... in Green Pond Sect, I'm only acquainted with Buzi… As for Xiao Chuting, he's just a cunning junior, whom I've never met—so how should I know?!"
"You at Changhuai Shan… scheming for the Immortal Book, seeing me now fallen, think I am easy to bully…?"
Jiang Boqing glared, blood-red eyes twisted and fierce, his voice cold:
