A hazy gray Combat Space.
Han Yun looked at Zhang Yunlu in the distance, feeling somewhat speechless.
But he actually understood that this sort of thing was unavoidable.
"Yang Sen of the Supreme Dao Sect. Greetings, fellow Daoist." Han Yun cupped his hands in salute.
At the same time, with an extremely subtle movement, he scattered several paper figures.
"Zhang Yunlu. Please enlighten me, Senior." Zhang Yunlu returned the salute earnestly.
As soon as she finished, she felt the spiritual energy within her rise a little.
This Yang Sen in front of her had definitely done something.
"Zhang Yunlu?" Han Yun was quite familiar with that name. "So you're the first-place winner of the second round of the trial. My apologies for not recognizing you!"
At his Nascent Soul Perfection cultivation, Zhang Yunlu's cultivation level would count as that of a "junior" at most.
But as a cautious cultivator, he never looked down on anyone.
Even someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
"You're too kind, Senior. Please enlighten me."
Could she stop asking him to enlighten her? It'd be much better if they just chatted for a while first!
But Zhang Yunlu didn't seem to have that patience. She had already drawn her sword.
"Ah..." Han Yun wore a pained expression. "Then... please enlighten me, fellow Daoist."
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Seven paper figures rose around Zhang Yunlu. But since Han Yun only had the spiritual energy of a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, the figures didn't look very real.
Their skin looked like yellowed paper, and their limbs twisted stiffly. But most spine-chilling of all were their eyes—not patterns painted on, but two pitch-black, deep hollows that seemed to turn, giving off a cold light.
There was no helping it. This was the limit of what his spiritual energy