"That Eight Serpents Entwining binding spell is indeed a bit tricky! Without using the Thunder Seal, one can only forcibly shatter it with their own dharma power. Cultivators whose cultivation level is below his or only slightly higher will probably lose their footing instantly and then be burned to death on the spot!"
"What a pity, I am at the seventh layer of Qi Refining! Not using thunder-dharma is also because out of the several hundred people up and down Lingbao Temple, only a tiny handful master thunder-dharma, making it too easy for people to associate it with me!"
After inspecting the surroundings carefully once more and making sure no traces were left, Li Qingyun rose on the wind, soaring like a low-flying giant crane as he flew back toward Lingbao Temple.
He felt some emotion in his heart.
Mortal combat was perilous in the extreme. Without a crushing gap in strength, even if one's cultivation level surpassed the other's by a notch, they could still overturn at any moment.
My cultivation realm, naturally, the higher the better...
The sky grew dark.
Li Qingyun returned to the mountain gate, exchanged a few casual words with Qingfeng Mingyue, and handed them a package of wine and food.
His demeanor was leisurely and composed, as if the battle just now had never happened at all.
Then, he deliberately paid a neighborly visit to Zhao Keyi's stream-valley wooden hut, presenting her with the other portion of wine and food he had kept aside.
Zhao Keyi was somewhat surprised, and a faint trace of joy stirred within her.
The two discussed the Dao face-to-face across the table, then chatted about the Dao Path and life. The atmosphere was friendly and quite harmonious.
Finally, seeing that it was already midnight, Li Qingyun took the initiative