"Everyone, I am an honest and straightforward person, please don't mistake me for someone else."

Li Shiwuwu's face was devoid of warmth. He had just entered Tang City and was immediately mistaken for an 'arsonist', which was truly unusual.

Around him, eight cultivators from the Huaren Sect remained silent, forming a formation like the Eight Trigrams. Each stepped forward, their eyes cold and fingers weaving various incantations.

In unison, they chanted the "Huaren Scripture."