He and the Ming Yi knew clearly that the things inside could muddle the mind. They might be fine, but for this security guard and Hu Zhicheng, this thing was quite troublesome.
Under the isolation of his true qi, all these breaths were blocked outside.
"Who is it!"
A shout came from inside, followed by two gusts of energy.
However, when this energy met Lin Xiao's true qi, it was like a river entering the sea, not even causing a ripple.
"Huh?"
Clearly, the person who made the move was very surprised. He never expected that after he made a move, there would be no reaction at all. He looked towards the door.
Looking at the few people at the door.
It seemed that the迷魂气 (mihun qi - mind-confusing gas) inside the room had no effect on them.
This was a bit strange.
There was also a security guard inside, likely from the top floor. Why was he here? And judging by the expression on his face, he seemed to have recovered his normal human emotions.
Soon, his gaze fell on the Ming Yi.
Without the Ming Yi's mask, he didn't react immediately, but then he sensed the aura of the same origin from the Ming Yi.
"Someone from the Ning family."
The man said, putting down what he was doing.
In this room, there were a total of three people.
These three people seemed to be preparing something. They were wearing shimmering, somewhat reflective long robes in a garish pink.
When the words "Someone from the Ning family" were spoken, all three of them looked at the Ming Yi simultaneously.
"Brother Xiao, I have a request." A mask appeared in the Ming Yi's hand. He slowly put it on: "Leave this to me, don't intervene."
"Alright."
If Lin Xiao had intervened, he could have defeated these three people in an instant with just a thought. However, the Ming Yi wanted to take care of this himself, to clear the family's name.
"The current Ming Yi?"
Seeing the Ming Yi put on the mask with a fierce, fanged ghost face, the three of them were a little confused. They hadn't expected such a young man to be the current generation's Ming Yi.
Possessing the mask meant that the Ming Yi had inherited all the skills of the Ning family.
"Cleaning house."
The Ming Yi said, and as he spoke, he walked out of Lin Xiao's protection of true qi.
With a wave of his hand, the迷魂气 (mihun qi - mind-confusing gas) in the room could not approach his body.
However, this was not the densest area. Further inside, the迷魂气 (mihun qi - mind-confusing gas) was as tangible as substance, and a pale pink aura circled around the three men. It was unclear whether the aura itself was pale pink or if the light reflected from their robes had turned it pink.
"Cleaning house?"
Upon hearing the Ming Yi's words, the three men acted as if they had heard something amusing.
"How old are you? To inherit the title of Ming Yi, one must thoroughly grasp the Ning family's Three Techniques and Six Classics. Otherwise, inheritance is impossible. At your age, even if you started training in the womb, you couldn't possibly have such skills." One of them sneered, looking at the approaching Ming Yi, feeling no threat at all.
The Three Techniques and Six Classics would require at least thirty years of dedicated study! What could a young man in his twenties achieve? It seemed the current generation of Ming Yi had declined, and the Ning family had no hope.
Perhaps someone had usurped the Ning family's position?