Xiao Jianren hurriedly bowed, and at the same time asked cautiously, "Are you the Seventh Master, the top-ranking official in charge of the intelligence network here?"
He spent many years in the embroidery archives, so he naturally knew about these things.
"Seventh place in the gold medal rankings?" Zuan looked at the other party curiously. He knew that this was the first time he had seen another gold medal envoy in so long.
The other person's face was obscured by a mask, so it was impossible to see clearly. However, his bright eyes and the slight crow's feet at the corners of his eyes suggested that he was a middle-aged man.
Although he was small in stature, he exuded a menacing aura, which was evident from the fact that Xiao Jianren dared not even breathe loudly beside him.
Zu An sensed the fluctuations of the other party's Yuan Qi, which appeared to be around the ninth rank. However, after experiencing so much, he also understood that as cultivation levels increased, Yuan Qi fluctuations could not accurately determine true cultivation levels, because unless one unleashed their full power in a life-or-death situation, the intensity of Yuan Qi fluctuations would always have a significant margin of error.
Not to mention that there are some magical artifacts or techniques in the world that can conceal one's aura.
The thin, middle-aged man took out a gleaming gold medal and displayed it in front of Zu An: "Identity verified, seventh on the gold medal list."
The Embroidered-Robed Envoy's items are all standardized, making them impossible for outsiders to counterfeit. In particular, the tokens are engraved with special anti-counterfeiting runes and arrays, which the Embroidered-Robed Envoy can easily identify.
Xiao Jianren hurriedly took out his silver token, but unfortunately the other party didn't even glance at him, only staring straight at Zu An.
It gave the impression that this was a conversation between high-ranking officials, and that you should go to the side.
Zuan also took out his Gold Medal Eleven badge and verified each other's identities.
The seventh-place gold medalist breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly frowned: "Why is your cultivation level so low?"
The other party possessed Bai Fei's sachet, and coupled with the cultivator's Mingjing Feitai technique, it was difficult for anyone to discern their true cultivation level.
Zuan said calmly, "As long as you can beat whoever you want to beat."
The seventh-ranked gold medalist couldn't help but glance at him again. This guy, with only a sixth-grade cultivation level, had quite the big mouth.
However, he did appreciate this temperament to some extent. If the other party were too submissive, it would be a disgrace to the prestige of a gold medal envoy.
This person's cultivation level is so low, it seems that the Emperor and the Grand Commander value his other aspects more.
"I've come here today to ask you to help me verify something," Gold Medal Seventh slowly revealed his purpose.
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