Yan Chixia's gaze at Ding Ling grew strange and unfathomable.
It was as though a mortal were looking at a Ghost God, and the discomfort on his face nearly seeped out from his very bones.
He coughed twice and sighed:
"Remarkable."
He felt rather ashamed:
"I still have many things I can't figure out about how Palm Thunder advances to Great Perfection. If we have time later, I'll have to trouble you, Ding Ling, to explain a thing or two to me."
His old face flushed slightly.
He was clearly the one who was supposed to impart knowledge and resolve doubts, yet now it seemed to have been reversed!
But he was still extremely envious of a technique like Palm Thunder.
That was because this technique was incredibly strange. It could borrow the power of the heavenly thunder and lightning out of thin air without consuming one's own magic power, making it exceptionally useful.
Without Great Perfection, however, one had to use one's own blood as a primer to draw a talisman before borrowing the thunder and lightning.
Every time he used the technique, he had to bite his finger and draw a talisman. If the situation was urgent and there wasn't enough time to draw one, the technique became practically useless.
But with Great Perfection, a single thought could instantly summon thunder and lightning. That was incredibly useful!
It had instantly risen from practically useless to the level of a divine technique!
How could Yan Chixia not be envious?!
"That's only natural."
Ding Ling said with a smile:
"When we have time, we'll discuss the Dao properly."
"Good."
Yan Chixia was very satisfied with Ding Ling's attitude. He was young, yet possessed abilities that reached the heavens. Despite being such an outstanding talent, he was neither arrogant nor impatient,