Zhou Yuanjue was stunned when he got a clear look at the man before him.
The man had a full head of white hair, but his body was not nearly as powerful or terrifying as Zhou Yuanjue had imagined. In fact, it was difficult to sense any tangible fluctuations of vitality from him at all. With wrinkled skin stretched over his bones, he looked like an old man at death's door.
Beneath the old man was a circular, jade-like stone dais, upon which were blood-red patterns similar to the peculiar talismans on the Demon-Catching Bottle.
But what was even more terrifying was that several jade chains emerged from the dais, piercing through the man's collarbones, thighs, and arms, locking him firmly in place.
He was bare from the waist up, and Zhou Yuanjue could see the heads of countless Silver Needles protruding from his skin. They were driven deep into his body and even his brain. The terrifying, densely packed sight was enough to make one's scalp crawl.
