At the pier, several people gazed into the distance, where a bright light had appeared.
This light carried an unfathomable profundity, defying comprehension.
It was immediately evident that the source was an unknown, formidable figure.
Someone muttered the name "Jiang Haotian."
Thus, it seemed highly likely that this light marked Jiang Haotian’s location.
But why had he appeared here?
These people were avoiding him, and now they had unwittingly stumbled into danger.
Though they had never personally witnessed Jiang Haotian's might, they had all heard tales.
He was a figure so powerful that even immortal sects would yield before him.
Jiang Hao looked up at the light, his expression contemplative. “It does bear some resemblance.”
Hong Yuye furrowed her brows. “There’s a hint of blade intent, but it’s minimal—more of a Dao of the Blade.”
“This individual has some skill,” Jiang Hao remarked, sensing that this Dao resembled his own from before attaining the Grand Luo realm.
It was no wonder they mistook it for Jiang Haotian. The imitation was indeed quite convincing.
But the specifics of the situation remained unclear.
A normal person comprehending the Dao wouldn’t follow this path.
This was an imitation of the Dao.