Under twice the pressure, Lin Changqing turned to look at Hou Yi. His bones crackled under the strain as he constantly tempered and strengthened himself.
At that moment, Hou Yi was already dumbfounded by the series of changes unfolding in Lin Changqing.
First, dark clouds descended from the sky, bringing boundless pressure. Then the image of the Divine Demon appeared and wiped out the clouds. After that, Lin Changqing's aura suddenly surged, and his cultivation had grown so much.
In Hou Yi's eyes, this was no crisis at all. It was an endless opportunity!
"Daoist Changqing, are you actually the one from the Wu Clan?"
"Why is it that you've barely set foot on Buzhou Mountain, yet you've already gained so many opportunities?"
Hou Yi looked at Lin Changqing, his envy completely undisguised.
There was no helping it. Lin Changqing had only taken one step onto Buzhou Mountain, and his aura had already grown so much. He was practically on the verge of a breakthrough. Who wouldn't be envious?
"Don't envy me. You have no idea what kind of crisis I went through!"
"Alas..."
Lin Changqing patted Hou Yi on the shoulder and slowly shook his head.
As if! Could he just let his sea of consciousness be torn apart whenever he pleased?
His spiritual sense had been gravely injured. He'd nearly been killed right there by the pressure.
If Lin Changqing hadn't been tough enough, and if the image of the Divine Demon hadn't been more powerful, his spiritual sense would have been badly injured and his soul damaged by now.
But to Hou Yi, this heartfelt confession sounded like nothing but humblebragging.
"Crisis?"
"Changqing, you haven't even moved since you came up the mountain, and you're already about to break through. What crisis could there be?"
Hou Yi