After Wang Qi drove back the two Ghost-faced Apes, he reunited with Mao Zimiao and the others. Having once again exhausted their mana, the two of them, along with Wu Shiqin, who had emptied her mana before the battle even began, needed to meditate and replenish their qi.
However, before entering meditation, Wu Shiqin still looked deeply troubled. She asked Wang Qi, "When you fought me earlier, why didn't you use that Sword Qi?"
The wave-blade effect of Da Xiang Xiangbo Gong was not much different from a Sword Cultivator's Sword Qi. Wu Shiqin did not possess Su Junyu's discernment, so naturally, she easily confused the two.
Wang Qi looked at her as if she were an idiot. "Didn't you see? The moment that thing comes out, it's either death or crippling injury. I was only sticking to you like a plaster. Even if you caught me, it wouldn't have been a big deal. There was no need to add assaulting an officer to murder, was there?"
Wu Shiqin choked up, nearly unable to speak.
"Although what you said is logical and convincing, why do I feel like something is off? Shouldn't it have been something like, 'This is my trump card, prepared for that person'?"
"I feel like you accidentally revealed some suspicious trait? I seem to have seen that line somewhere before?"
Su Junyu interjected, "It's quite common. Out of ten storybooks about young cultivators whose entire families were slaughtered and who sought revenge, seven have lines like that."
Incidentally, once the battle ended, this True Disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect had picked up his novel again.
Wang Qi looked at Wu Shiqin, then turned to Su Junyu. "You two must have a lot in common."
Although that battle had looked somewhat perilous, neither Wang Qi nor