Outside the Sword Pavilion, a young Daoist held a sword sheath.
His wrist was below his crotch, so the sword sheath was positioned roughly around his thigh.
Chu Huai Xu guessed that both people had to touch the Black Bead and make physical contact with it for "interaction" to occur.
So he first tugged at the bead and gave it a hard squeeze, then slapped it forcefully against the outside of his thigh.
This Body Cultivator had not controlled his strength at all.
"Smack—!"
The outside of the Dao Ancestor's thigh was as if it had been struck by a palm.
A full-powered palm strike from a Third Realm Body Cultivator!
However, the Dao Ancestor naturally did not move an inch.
After all, he was also a deeply hidden Body Cultivator.
For him, this was probably nothing more than an itch scratched through a boot.
Everything around them froze once more.
"Huh?" The Dao Ancestor turned his head and let out a soft sound of surprise, apparently not expecting the young man to do this.
Since Chu Huai Xu could not see his expression clearly and could not remember his appearance, he could only guess at the other party's expression from his voice.
He vaguely heard a hint of laughter.
"Do not be so impatient." The Dao Ancestor's voice remained gentle as he spoke softly to him.
—Got him settled down.
As soon as he finished speaking, the frozen scene around them returned to normal, and the entire world seemed to resume its regular operation.
However, the Black Sword Sheath that the Dao Ancestor had been holding in his left hand had disappeared. He had stored it inside his Storage Artifact.
Chu Huai Xu: "."
Damn it, he muted me!
This man, who had nearly been driven mad, felt somewhat