"If you want to strike, fellow Daoist, just run me through with your sword. I can only go to my grave bearing resentment and blame myself for misjudging you."
Mo Chen closed his eyes, ready to face death.
But at that moment, Wen Rongxue could no longer keep a straight face. She suddenly laughed and put her sword back into her Storage Bag.
"Then I suppose I should thank you for sparing my life."
Seeing how readily Mo Chen took it in stride, Wen Rongxue smiled too. "I owe my success today to you as well. Rest assured, for a kindness of a single drop, I will repay you with a gushing spring!"
"We can continue addressing each other as peers. There's no need to observe seniority based on cultivation or indulge in all that tedious ceremony."
Mo Chen paid little attention to that. Looking Wen Rongxue over, he asked, "I can clearly feel that your aura is much stronger than before. Have you stabilized your cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage?"
"Not entirely. It's only preliminarily stable. If I don't spend half a month diligently consolidating it, my cultivation could still fall like Liu Song's if I'm surrounded and attacked."
"Then how could those two who chased us earlier fight?"
"Don't worry about that. Going by what I can sense, keeping twenty or thirty percent of your Dharma Power in reserve should suffice. If you exhaust your Dharma Power just after advancing, you risk your cultivation falling."
Mo Chen listened from the side, both envious and deeply puzzled.
Something's wrong.
Why hasn't the Spiritual Power in my body shown any sign of liquefying, even after several attempts?
That forced Mo Chen to suspect something else.
Could someone have unknowingly lured me into another trap?
The concentration of spiritual