Luo Yunji thought of what had happened in Water Marsh. His astonishingly gifted classmates had met with a bloody end because of him. If he revealed the full extent of his strength, how many people would tolerate his existence?
That was why he had always done everything in his power to help Song Daren and the others improve, while keeping his own abilities hidden. It was the only way he could enjoy a little peace. Otherwise, those with better character would come straight to him and demand a spar, while the more malicious would surely find ways to ruin his reputation—or even use schemes and tricks to kill him.
That was human nature! That was the human heart!
Though the two were chatting calmly, their battle was anything but peaceful.
Clouds dark enough to blot out the sky continually spilled smoke toward Luo Yunji, while white light flashed incessantly around him, scattering every wisp that drew near.
That smoke was the source of the mutations among the creatures of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. He couldn't let even a trace touch him.
It wasn't that the Beast God hadn't considered enveloping Luo Yunji in a vast mass of cloud. But the white light around Luo Yunji was no pushover; it joined together into a radiance like daylight. As the two fought, the sky itself was divided between night and day.
The extraordinary spectacle of their battle left even Daoxuan and the other highly cultivated onlookers feeling thoroughly humbled. Their confidence had taken a severe blow.
"My clouds are inexhaustible, endless. How many times can you use that white light?" The Beast God had long since noticed that each time Luo Yunji conjured the light, it consumed his spiritual power.
"Endlessly," Luo Yunji replied calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, white