Inside the ancient well.
Xu Yuan first answered Zhang Pengcheng's questions about the various Imago Arts, then stressed one thing to Jiang Xueyao.
Her realm!
"You need to raise your realm as soon as possible. You don't have enough Spiritual Power," Xu Yuan said.
"But I can use my Imago without any trouble," Jiang Xueyao said, puzzled.
"If you had enough Spiritual Power, couldn't you summon a whole crowd to fight for you?" Xu Yuan said with a smile.
Understanding dawned on Jiang Xueyao.
There was more Xu Yuan did not say.
He had observed Jiang Xueyao's Imago too, and suspected that with enough Spiritual Power, she could summon even stronger helpers.
"Old Zhang, Imago Arts aren't hard to learn. Once you've manifested your Imago, you can ask me whenever you run into something you don't understand."
Xu Yuan turned back to Zhang Pengcheng as he spoke.
He was worrying himself sick over them.
He couldn't help it. Their situation really was difficult.
Zhang Pengcheng nodded silently.
That was true.
Manifesting an Imago was the first step, and the hardest.
No one else could help with that. He had to find for himself what lay deep in his heart and truly aligned with the Dao.
He sank into thought.
Xu Yuan put away his sword and stretched, feeling better than he had in ages.
—He had unleashed his entire Imago, yet spent only a tiny bit of Spiritual Power. It had felt like a warm-up.
That was the benefit of advancing an entire major realm.
The three rested for more than half an hour.
"I've got most of it memorized. Didn't Yanmen send us here to look for treasure? Should we go out and take a look?"
Zhang Pengcheng was itching to try.
Xu Yuan was about to answer when