Li Qingyun dared play it this way because he had already sounded out Guǐ Daoist's limits, or perhaps roughly grasped the rules of this ancient "eerie domain."
As long as Guǐ Daoist could not refute it, it could be "true."
Of course, that also had to be founded on one's own cultivation and strength. If the "intruder's" cultivation was too feeble, there would naturally be no "persuasiveness" whatsoever.
Guǐ Daoist stared at the pitch-black pill, which exuded a scorched, cracked aura, and remained silent.
Yet because of its silence, the entire Bronze Grotto-heaven became eerie and ice-cold.
It was weighing whether to utterly fall out with Li Qingyun.
Li Qingyun sensed this and smiled faintly. "This poor Daoist has only just entered the ruined ruins, surrounded by enemies on all sides. Now, the only one I can call a fellow Daoist is you. From now on, you and I should visit each other often. There is plenty of time ahead..."
This poor Daoist understood a thing or two about the principle of swinging the stick before offering a date.
He had to give Guǐ Daoist something to look forward to—a chance to scheme against him and feed on him in the future.
And this eerie being's "cultivation" was improving rather quickly...
At those words, the icy, grave expression on Guǐ Daoist's face finally shifted. It slowly raised its head. "It is only for that one sentence of yours, little friend. Otherwise, heh heh..."
With a sweep of its sleeve, the pitch-black pill turned to ashes, and the scene of the pill hall swiftly dispersed.
The place where they stood was merely the edge of a bronze fragment.
"Consider this little friend to have passed the test."
Guǐ Daoist finally squeezed out a trace of a smile. Looking at the calm