...
The faint, sweet smell of blood hung in the air.
Beneath the calm waters of the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, an undercurrent surged.
"Let's see now, what's your name..."
Qin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he pulled the soul of the heavily injured Loose Cultivator from the Soul-devouring Banner and performed a Soul Search.
"Oh, so you're called Yan Jin. A True Disciple of the Cyan Talisman Sect, a Golden Core Sect."
Qin Xuan gave a strange smile and wiped a hand across his face. The Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman in his Dantian suddenly flared with a bloody light.
In an instant, Qin Xuan's features transformed into Yan Jin's thin and gaunt appearance. His aura and attire became identical.
A fellow disciple from the Cyan Talisman Sect even passed by and called out respectfully, "Greetings, Senior Brother Yan!"
"Hello, Junior Brother Zhang!"
Qin Xuan greeted him with a chuckle.
