In less than a moment, the massive estate nearby, with its originally tightly shut gates the size of a pavilion, swung open.
A cluster of azure light shot out from inside, flashing several times before hovering above the hilltop where Liu Ming was.
The azure light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in a blue embroidered robe.
He appeared to be only forty or fifty years old, yet his cheeks were sunken, his head full of white hair, and his cultivation level seemed to be at the late stage of the Tianxiang Realm, though still far from the peak of perfection.
In his hand, he held a black talisman—it was none other than the one Liu Ming had previously sacrificed.
At that moment, his gaze toward Liu Ming was filled with suspicion and hesitation. After sizing him up for a few moments, he asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you, and why do you possess this talisman?"
