Zhou Ping'an lifted his gaze and saw the bustling streets, his ears filled with countless voices.
This is indeed Fengwei County.
The news about Southern Lake's Zhao Family recruiting skilled individuals had reached him as well.
He knew that the transmission point this time wasn't wrong.
Feeling assured, he prepared to find someone to inquire about the detailed route to Zhao Family's estate.
Taking a step forward, his expression suddenly shifted drastically.
"So this is where the trap lies."
Zhou Ping'an pressed his hand down, grabbing Cang Yue's precious blade. His eyes narrowed slightly.
It only became clear when he moved; as soon as he took that step forward, he realized that the Gang Qi, Evil Qi, and even the True Yuan power within him—along with his Martial Intent—had all been suppressed, as if he had never cultivated at all.
Not only that, he even sensed a faint weakness emanating from the depths of his body's cells.
