Astral Wind howled through the Main Hall, pouring in through the front doors and sweeping out the back, whipping Wu Chu's long hair about and conveniently carrying away some of the heat from his face.
In contrast, when the Astral Wind struck Qingqiu Chen's body, it was like river water hitting a reef. It simply split around him, utterly unable to move him in the slightest.
Qingqiu Chen could not understand Wu Chu's decision to face the fierce wind head-on. He could only conclude that Wu Chu was an odd fellow. Perhaps he enjoyed the feeling of wild winds tousling his long hair!
Still, Qingqiu Chen knew he could not do such a thing himself. It was simply too undignified.
Of course, Wu Chu had not realized that. At that moment, Qingqiu Chen's eloquent discourse had left him utterly bewildered. He could barely understand a single sentence, so he had no idea how to respond.
He could only ask Yibao in his mind, "Yibao, can you understand him?"
"..."
Yibao did not respond. Wu Chu guessed that she did not understand either.
What was he supposed to do now?
Wu Chu had the urge to scratch his head. If this continued, he would give himself away.
What should he do?
He had calculated everything, yet never expected this old fox to start discussing the Dao with him. What did he know about the Dao? If he knew, would he not truly be a powerful expert?
Wu Chu could not help blaming Yibao inwardly. At such a crucial moment, she had actually gone into hiding. This cheat's abilities seemed rather mediocre after all!
"What does Fellow Daoist Buchu think of my understanding?"
Faced with Qingqiu Chen's question, Wu Chu lightly furrowed his brow, indicating that he was considering the matter and