When it came to manners, he was never lacking.
It had always been: if others showed this poor Daoist a foot of respect, this poor Daoist would return them ten feet.
He was not someone who casually shouted about fighting and killing.
"When you proved your Dao, fellow Daoist, your heroic spirit soared into the clouds and you looked down upon all directions. I believe it was not only me—quite a few Heavenly Masters must have remembered you!" Zi Xia Tian said with a faint smile, her gaze falling upon the crude, shabby Ring Shadow temple as though deep in thought.
From afar earlier, she had seen Shangqing Heaven carrying out all manner of mad acts upon the river. Wherever he passed, Ring Shadows, baleful thoughts, and the like were all swallowed up.
Yet those Rings had clearly not been used to forge a "Heavenly Palace." Had Shangqing Heaven consumed and assimilated them all?
Sensing the faintly domineering bearing emanating from Shangqing Heaven, she suddenly had an illusion: perhaps this man would soon reach the shore.
Thinking of this, Zi Xia Tian extended another invitation. "Fellow Daoist, though you have only recently entered the Land of the Universe, you give me the impression that your Dao cultivation is unfathomably deep. I wonder whether fate might allow us to sit face-to-face and discuss the Dao?"
The meaning of her invitation could not have been clearer.
"That will not be necessary. This poor Daoist drifts about everywhere and has matters to attend to..."
Li Qingyun had no intention of accepting. His entire mind was presently focused on devouring baleful thoughts and searching for "world-armament heavenly materials." Where would he find the leisure to discuss any Dao with her?
This poor Daoist's Dao was clear and plain: strengthen the Path of Rebirth, devour