Hearing Xun'er's modest words, Xiao Yan, unusually, kept arguing. "Back then, when were you ever weaker than me? You just didn't want to show off in front of others."
Xiao Yan knew full well that Xun'er was a gifted daughter of heaven, blessed with the Ancient Clan's God-Tier Bloodline. Her cultivation had never been slow by nature. His supposed death had stalled her progress, but the Ancient Clan had spared no resources on her. Even the sacred healing treasures they gave her had built up her foundations. Only after she resolved the problem with her bloodline and advanced to Dou Saint did her talent for cultivation truly emerge.
There was nothing false about the saying that a fully nurtured God-Tier Bloodline could aspire to become a Dou Di.
Xun'er merely tilted her head and feigned surprise. "Really? I don't remember that at all. Sister Xiao Yi Xian has sent word, Brother Xiao Yan. Hurry along and take your orders. Hee hee..."
Thunder Clan, Thunder Realm.
Within Cloudsmoke Mountain.
Jiang Yunyan sat on the ground, the sword she relied on most floating silently before her. It showed not a hint of its edge, yet whenever bamboo leaves drifted down nearby, an invisible force sliced them in two the instant they approached the Cloudsmoke Sword.
As Dou Qi surged within Jiang Yunyan, all the clouds and mist around her seemed to churn.
"Senior Sister, I'm back!"
Lei Qingyue walked over to Jiang Yunyan, pulled up an enormous custom-made wicker chair, and sat down without ceremony. With a flick of Dou Qi, several greenish pastries appeared in his hand. He showed none of a Dou Sheng Expert's dignity as he grabbed one and took a bite.
"Where's Jingxiao?" Jiang Yunyan asked, slowly opening her eyes.
Lei Qingyue smiled. "He was afraid you'd