"What do you mean by this, Fellow Daoist? Could it be that you are going back on your word and deliberately toying with us?"
"We were at fault first in this matter. I am willing to bare my neck for execution!"
"But if you press us too far, then even if I must resort to Liberation by Violence, I will make you pay a fitting price!"
"Even if you are stronger, unless you have reached the Body Integration stage, I imagine you cannot simply ignore the power unleashed when a Spirit Severing stage cultivator's Primordial Spirit and Nascent Soul self-immolate after Liberation by Violence."
Wei Di spoke one sentence after another, questioning him first before deliberately—or perhaps not so deliberately—threatening him.
Her strength was lacking!
Liberation by Violence was the only method she could think of that might possibly threaten him.
As Wei Di spoke, a figure emerged amid the churning dense fog—a middle-aged cultivator clad in a blue Daoist robe.
The newcomer was none other than Su Shi'er, the one who had spoken earlier.
As Su Shi'er appeared, the Cloud Dragon beside him shuddered, and his body swiftly contracted.
In the blink of an eye, his hundred-zhang body shrank to less than half a zhang.
His demon form dispersed, replaced by the appearance of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child with dragon horns atop his head.
By now, the Cloud Dragon's cultivation realm was no longer poor, and many years had passed since his birth.
If he wished, he could have appeared in the guise of a middle-aged human.
But compared to the lifespan of dragons, he was still truly in his childhood.
After all, the Dragon Clan's lifespan far surpassed that of humans, and even many demonic beasts.
Over those long years, how far one could cultivate depended entirely