This hand was like a towering mountain.
Gloom enveloped an area of a hundred zhang.
In an instant, Master Xuanzhi was as if trapped in a quagmire. He did not retreat, nor did he dodge.
Master Xuanzhi merely gazed at the massive shadow drawing closer...
A hundred zhang, fifty zhang, thirty zhang—
Crack.
The jade hairpin pinned behind his head shattered with a bang.
Master Xuanzhi lived a simple life, usually dressed in hemp clothes and bamboo raincoats while plowing the fields. This jade hairpin was the only luxurious accessory he possessed, tracing its history back a hundred years.
This jade hairpin was the first gift he received after joining the Taoist and the only gift he ever got.
Back then, countless geniuses shone brightly in the Taoist.