Gongsun Zhi held a formidable weapon, which was not only powerful enough to deal with the five Nascent Soul level weaklings in front of him but could also make even those at the Divinity Transformation stage suffer. It was a protective talisman given to him by his mother.
Firstly, he was reluctant to use it because it reminded him of his mother.
Secondly, using it on a Nascent Soul cultivator felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
According to logic, the experts from the General's Mansion should have arrived by now.
"Could it be... someone named Long is holding back my father?" Gongsun Zhi suddenly realized.
At that moment, a charming woman wearing a fiery red cloak appeared.
Simultaneously, the Spirit Soul Restriction set by the five black-clad individuals around him shattered, and he sensed the sedan chair behind him.
"How dare a mere half-demon interfere in our affairs?" The black-clad man glanced at Hong Luan, a strange expression flashing in his eyes.
