Li Ye seemed very calm, but he was actually somewhat excited.
Late Golden Core.
He was only one step away from the Nascent Soul Realm.
Perhaps his smile was too obvious. When he finally finished preparing the exquisite dishes and the two of them sat atop the tranquil, moonlit sea to eat,
Wei Qingye finally could not hold back any longer and said sourly, "Look at that grin of yours. Can't you rein it in a little?"
"No." Li Ye shrugged. "It's only Late Golden Core. Won't you advance sooner or later too?"
That was indeed only a matter of time.
But the problem was, Wei Qingye was simply annoyed.
It had nothing to do with jealousy or anything else. He was just annoyed.
"Hmph."
"It's only Late Golden Core. You still can't beat me in a fight."
After holding it in for a long while, that was all he managed to say.
Could Li Ye really not beat him?
Li Ye suddenly extended one finger and lightly tapped the air.
From the spot where his jade-white fingertip touched the void, ripples spread outward like waves on water.
Immediately afterward,
elegant yet mysterious bronze patterns grew from the void, like Jianmu stretching out its branches. Its boughs pierced through space, while countless leaves woven from radiance formed profound runes.
In but an instant, the surrounding space was entirely under his control.
Though Wei Qingye could clearly see Li Ye sitting before him, it felt as though they were separated by a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, utterly beyond reach.
"...Jianmu's spatial divine ability."
The pastry in Wei Qingye's hand instantly lost all flavor.
Spatial divine abilities had always been the most troublesome and revolting kind of divine ability—bar none. Before a cultivator proficient in such techniques, one might not