Source of Authority (1)

Outside the city, Xu Qing and the middle-aged cultivator looked at each other.

The raindrops floated in the air, emitting sharp killing intent.

In the rain curtain, the two figures formed a stark contrast.

One was exceptionally handsome, floating in the rain, with long hair fluttering and eyes glowing with a strange light.

The other had grayish-white hair and a dignified face, but his expression was quite unpleasant.

In the middle was the city gate.

All the raindrops were like sharp blades. When Xu Qing raised his hand, they pointed at the middle-aged cultivator in the city.

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment. Only killing intent rose from both sides.

Neither side chose to attack immediately.

Xu Qing was observing. This was his first time trying to control someone else's Dao marks. He needed the other party to do more to verify his thoughts.

The middle-aged cultivator was also observing.