This time, the dizziness was especially intense, as though some force had followed his spiritual perception back and was hunting him down.
Yang Ling began to sway on his feet.
Noticing something was wrong, Zhao De reached out and steadied Yang Ling by the shoulder.
Only then did the wave of dizziness subside.
"Your sworn brother's Primordial Spirit is far stronger than that of an ordinary Upper Second-Grade Human Immortal. Even I, your master, cannot claim to be much stronger than him."
"You tried to pry into his cultivation without permission. Naturally, you suffered a backlash."
Zhao De spoke calmly.
Yang Ling had already recovered, but a trace of lingering fear remained.
He had assumed that even if he couldn't see Ji Tianming's attribute panel, the worst he would suffer was a brief spell of mild dizziness.
Instead, it had felt as though an invisible force of Primordial Spirit had taken up a weapon and come after him.
It had almost charged into the space between his brows.
"Don't go recklessly prying into other people's cultivation again."
Ji Tianming appeared before Yang Ling in a flash and said solemnly:
"If you encounter someone like me, who practices several internal arts specifically to temper the Primordial Spirit, you'll be taking three penalty drinks before you even make a move."
"My Primordial Spirit is actually somewhat stronger than that of an ordinary Earthly Immortal!"
Realization dawned on Yang Ling. He had almost forgotten that this man intended to attain the rank of Celestial Immortal through his Primordial Spirit.
When the Second-Grade Human Immortal from the Great Dream Dynasty had attacked, Ji Tianming's Divine Ape Spirit Body had reduced him to a skeleton with a single punch, forcing him to flee in disgrace.
*So in a sense, my sworn brother is already very