"Fellow Daoist Heng, you think too highly of yourself. If I had wished to harm you, I would have acted before you left the range of the gale-force wind. At that time, the three of you were within the gale-force wind while I was outside it. With only a few minor tricks, I could have had you die beneath the bombardment of the gale-force wind and thunder serpents," Song Wen said.
Heng Ziping furrowed his brow tightly and scrutinized Song Wen from head to toe. He clearly agreed with Song Wen's words, yet he could not understand why Song Wen had acted this way.
"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, could there be something unusual about this place that makes it unwise to act rashly?" Leng Zhi asked.
Song Wen said, "After we entered the abyss, the frequency at which the astral energy inhaled and exhaled changed. Have you considered why?"
As the four spoke, the astral energy completed another reversal, changing from inhaling to exhaling.
"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, are you saying that the appearance of the four of us disrupted the operation of the astral energy? But before this gale-force wind, the four of us are no more than ants. How could we possibly affect its operation?"
Song Wen shook his head. "I cannot be certain whether that is the case. However, after I arrived here, the astral energy immediately began to change direction, allowing the three of you to reach this place safely. If we were to fight fiercely and trigger some other abnormal change, it could very well endanger our lives. Besides, if we wish to leave this place, we will need the upward gale-force wind. If it keeps changing direction for no reason, how are we supposed to return to the surface?"
Heng Ziping said, "Since Fellow