Flowing Wave Mountain.
Fine rain fell like needles, densely piercing the sea.
Daoist Cangsong rode his sword at the front, his face dark.
Although the battle just now had driven the Demon Cult away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
It was like a carefully laid-out game of chess had suddenly been trampled to pieces by a wild bull.
Tian Buyi trailed behind with his belly sticking out, his eyes glancing toward Ye Xuan from time to time.
What on earth was that move the kid had used just now?
If it was Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, how could it have unleashed such devastating force?
Ye Xuan followed behind his master with his hands clasped behind his head, strolling as leisurely as if he were in his own backyard.
As for the admiring looks from the young disciples, he pretended not to notice.
"Hey, Eighth, Ninth."
Ye Xuan suddenly stopped and patted Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulders.
"Was your senior brother cool just now?"
Lin Jingyu's eyes blazed as he nodded vigorously.
"Seventh Senior Brother."
"What was that move called? Can I learn it too?"
Zhang Xiaofan, meanwhile, rubbed the Firewood Stick with an earnest look and muttered softly.
"Seventh Senior Brother."
"That was a rock. Didn't your hand hurt?"
Ye Xuan rolled his eyes.
That was the difference between them.
Lin Jingyu had been watching the move...
Zhang Xiaofan had been worried about his hand...
On the way back to camp, the mood was a little strange.
Xiao Yicai, who had been leading the group, looked rather pale now as he followed close behind Daoist Cangsong.
The senior disciple of Heaven-Piercing Peak had always been a leading figure among the younger generation.
But in the chaos just now, Ye Xuan had completely