Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, the dark blue spiritual power swirling at his fingertips shimmering with fine ripples.
Every line of these ripples faintly aligned with the spiritual power circulation path of the Canglan Celestial Sect's signature technique, the "Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill," exuding a profound and mysterious pressure.
"Lift your head."
Lu Xuan's voice was as chilly as a cold spring, startling the richly dressed young man at the front of the line into a shiver.
The young man shivered slightly, raising his head, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously up and down.
Lu Xuan pressed his hand, covered in deep blue spiritual light, gently onto the young man's forehead.
In an instant, a visible ripple of spiritual energy radiated out from the point of contact.
The young man arched his back sharply as powerful spiritual power coursed through his meridians.
After three breaths, Lu Xuan suddenly withdrew his hand.
