The sect protector Yu Cheng, guarding the mountain gate, saw Zhao Quan approaching and immediately furrowed his brows slightly. Although he had judged Zhao Quan's origins from his attire as an Imperial Supervisor, he still shouted a question toward him.
Compared to King of the Northern Town, Yuan Hong, the Imperial Court Supervisors were not significant figures. In the past, Yu Cheng might have been apprehensive of them, but now, with the world divided into nine parts, the Imperial Court could barely manage the affairs of the Cold North, let alone hold any sway here.
However.
Upon hearing Yu Cheng's shout, Zhao Quan swept his gaze over and revealed a hint of displeasure. He snorted coldly, and a surge of powerful energy instantly spread out, causing Yu Cheng's complexion to change slightly and forcing him to retreat several steps as his breath caught.
