Behind Qingxuan Sect.
Shen Yi finally met Qingxuan Sect's sect master, Zhang Ziling.
His beard and hair were white, and he wore coarse hemp robes. He looked as though he were at the end of his candle, ready to pass away at any moment. At that moment, he and Zhang Zishi sat beneath an ancient pine in the back mountains, playing chess.
When Zhang Ziling saw Shen Yi arrive, he did not stop moving his hand. He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and said nothing.
Slap!
A chess piece fell, and a fierce gust suddenly swept toward Shen Yi, nearly making him lose his footing.
"Damn it, what's wrong with this guy?!"
Shen Yi stamped his foot and finally steadied himself, cursing inwardly, Has this old man got a lump in his head? He's giving me a show of force the moment we meet.
Slap!
Another chess piece fell. The wild wind rose again, carrying countless pine needles that radiated killing intent.
Shen Yi sneered. Golden light enveloped his body as he caught every pine needle barehanded, then manipulated his spiritual power to send them flying toward Zhang Ziling.
"Impudence!"
Zhang Zishi bellowed, and the soundwaves shattered the pine needles. Their aftermath rushed toward Shen Yi, but at the critical moment, Zhang Ziling acted again and dispelled the sonic waves, finally speaking.
"No matter. He is an interesting lad. Withdraw."
With a wave of his hand after saying that, Shen Yi felt his vision blur. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself already at the foot of the mountain.
"What did that mean? Was it all just to give me a show of force?"
Completely baffled, he muttered to himself all the way back toward his cave mansion.
"Brother, are you satisfied with this body?"
Zhang Zishi looked