One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

In the woods, Wang Ye's disheveled figure had long since disappeared, leaving only a mess of withered leaves on the ground.

The thermos, shaken to the ground, lay forlornly in the grass, its brown tea stains soaking into the soil.

A moment later.

The once quiet path has become lively again.

"Ah Qing! Ah Qing, look at the camera!"

"My God, Zhuge Qing is even more handsome in person than in the photos!"

"Ah Qing, could you sign my autograph? It's on my clothes!"

A group of stylishly dressed young girls, holding up their phones and support signs, chattered as they surrounded a young man as he walked over.

The man surrounded in the middle was tall, and his short, lake-blue hair was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

He was wearing a well-tailored white casual suit, and was even holding a folding fan in his hand. He had that signature squinty smile on his face, which seemed gentle but actually kept people at a distance.

He was Zhuge Qing, the successor of the Wuhou Qimen.

Despite the enthusiastic fans around him, Zhuge Qing showed no impatience whatsoever.

He would occasionally stop and strike a few poses for the fans' cameras, or smile as he accepted a pen and signed his name in a flamboyant style on the notebook handed to him.

"Watch your step, everyone, the mountain path is difficult to traverse."

Zhuge Qing gave a gentle reminder, his voice magnetic, which drew another round of screams from those around him.

"Ah Qing is so gentle! I'm dying!"

"Is this the refinement of a young master from a prominent family? I'm in love!"

Zhuge Qing's lips curved slightly upward, and he gently waved the folding fan in his hand, appearing calm and composed.

suddenly.

He stopped in his tracks.

Those eyes, which had been squinting, opened slightly, their gaze falling on the ground a few meters ahead.

There, the once smooth bluestone pavement now looked as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Three clearly visible knee marks were deeply embedded in the stone slab, surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks, with gravel scattered all over the ground.

"Oh no! How did this ground get damaged?"

A female fan holding a selfie stick almost twisted her ankle and exclaimed in surprise.

Zhuge Qing remained silent.

He closed his folding fan, gently pushed aside the crowd blocking his way, and slowly walked to the broken stone slab.

He bent down, extended his long, slender, fair fingers, and gently stroked the broken edge.

The touch from my fingertips was rough and sharp.

"That's interesting."

Zhuge Qing murmured something in a low voice.

A female fan nearby leaned closer, looking curious:

"Ah Qing, what are you looking at? The road is broken, isn't it? Something heavy must have fallen down and hit you."

Zhuge Qing shook his head, picked up a bit of stone powder with his fingers, and gently sniffed it.

"It's not a heavy object."

He stood up and tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm, creating a rhythm:

"This was earned by people kneeling."

"You earned it by kneeling?!"

The girls around looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

"How is that possible? Whose knees are that hard? This is a bluestone slab!"

"Exactly, if a person were kneeling like that, wouldn't their kneecaps be shattered?"

Zhuge Qing smiled but did not explain.

His gaze swept back and forth between the three dents, his brain working at lightning speed.

Three pits, neatly arranged.

The cracks were of uniform depth, and even the angles at which the surrounding cracks spread were strikingly similar.

What does this mean?

This means that the three people experienced the same amount of pressure at the same moment, and then simultaneously knelt down on the ground.

"There is no trace of Qi left."

A hint of doubt flashed in Zhuge Qing's eyes.

As a sorcerer, his sensitivity to Qi far surpasses that of ordinary people.

If it is a powerful suppression technique or a high-intensity Qi wave impact, even if the caster has left, the special magnetic field fluctuations will still remain at the scene.

But the air here is excessively clean.

Apart from the natural fragrance of grass and trees in the mountains, there was no unusual smell.

"Pure physical strength?"

Zhuge Qing frowned slightly and tapped his palm with his folding fan a little faster.

"If the destruction was caused purely by physical force, then the person who did it..."

Several names flashed through his mind instantly.

The abbot of Nalanda Monastery, one of the Ten Elders?

Or is it the old man from the Lu family?

wrong.

If it were those senior masters who were to take action, the commotion would definitely be much greater than this.

Zhuge Qing slowly raised his head, his gaze following the direction the path extended.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated. At the end of the path, a slightly hunched figure was carrying a broom and slowly moving forward.

He was a young Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe.

He looked ordinary, like any ordinary servant you could find on Longhu Mountain.

He walked very slowly, stopping every now and then to stare blankly at the flowers and plants by the roadside, looking as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"That is..."

Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes.

When the conflict occurred here, only this Taoist priest should have been passing by on this road.

Could it be him?

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Zhuge Qing couldn't help but chuckle.

How could that be?

The figure looked loose and unsteady, and walked with an unsteady gait, showing no signs of being a trained martial artist.

However, out of the sorcerer's caution, Zhuge Qing decided to confirm it.

"Ah Qing, are you looking at that Taoist priest sweeping the floor?"

The female fan next to him followed his gaze and pouted:

"You look so sloppy, your clothes are all faded from washing."

"Exactly, what's so interesting about this kind of person? Ah Qing, let's hurry up and go, the martial arts competition is about to start."

Zhuge Qing raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Hold on."

He took two steps forward and stood in the middle of the road.

He took a deep breath, and a faint blue light suddenly shone in his eyes.

The light was not dazzling, but it possessed a profound depth that seemed to see through everything.

Wuhou Qimen - Observation!

In his vision, the once colorful world instantly turned into black and white lines.

Only Qi will manifest itself as colorful light.

Zhuge Qing's gaze pierced through the hundred-meter distance, locking onto the figure carrying a broom.

Even if someone is an extraordinary person and tries to hide it, the innate Qi within their body will still have a flow pattern.

The Qi of the strong surges like a mighty river.

The vital energy of the weak flows like a babbling brook.

Even the most skilled bodybuilders, who specialize in physical training, will have their Qi (vital energy) manifest as a condensed armor-like form on their body surface.

however.

One second.

Two seconds.

The blue light in Zhuge Qing's eyes flickered a few times, then slowly dimmed.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong with me? I'm really seeing threats everywhere."

In his perspective on the Dharma.

The Qi within that sweeping Taoist priest was pitifully thin.

That is, he is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, barely qualifying as an extraordinary person.

The flow of Qi was chaotic and intermittent, clearly indicating that even the basic circulation of Qi had not been mastered.

Let alone some hidden master.

This guy is a complete waste, not even as good as a beginner disciple.

They were even less impressive than the few female fans who came to watch the spectacle behind him.

"It seems that some senior expert who happened to be passing by casually punished the scoundrel and then left."

Zhuge Qing snapped open the folding fan and gently shook it.

"That's right. The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is full of hidden masters. How could you possibly encounter a sweeper who is a peerless expert?"

"That's something that only happens in novels."

Zhuge Qing shook his head, completely erasing the image of the figure carrying a broom from his mind.

In his view, the Taoist priest was just a passerby who happened to be passing by.

They might not even have seen what just happened.

"Ah Qing, have you finished reading?"

The girl beside him urged impatiently:

"They seem to be starting to enter over there. Let's hurry over, or we won't get good spots."

Zhuge Qing withdrew his gaze, and his expression returned to that perfect idol-like smile.

He turned around and nodded slightly to his fans:

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

"Let's go, let's go and see this grand event in the world of supernatural beings."

After saying that, he took long strides and gracefully stepped over the several broken knee marks.

I didn't even have the interest to take another look.

A group of people surrounded him, laughing and chatting as they walked towards the training ground.

A morning breeze blows.

He picked up a few fallen leaves from the ground.

At the end of the path, Zhang Taichu seemed to sense something.

He stopped and looked back.

A group of brightly dressed men and women were seen walking away into the distance.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu scratched his messy hair and muttered something with a look of disgust:

"Where did this peacock come from? Spreading its tail feathers so early in the morning, isn't it afraid of getting its bottom cold?"

He tightened his tattered Taoist robe and switched the broom to the other shoulder to carry it.

"I'd better hurry and check the kitchen. If I'm too late, that old man will definitely steal my sweet tofu pudding again."