Freed from the suppression of Jiang Yang's Kindred Vines Technique, he soon regained consciousness on his own, thanks to the abundant vitality of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator.
The black-robed cultivator opened his eyes in confusion and soon recognized the man before him. His eyelids lowered, then his gaze sharpened again as he secretly checked the condition of his cultivated body and internal organs. He quickly discovered, however, that a mysterious yellow sprout was suppressing his qi sea, preventing him from using even a fraction of his cultivation.
Only then did he turn his gaze aside. A pair of spirit boots by the door came into view, bearing familiar patterns beneath the hem of a pale blue-and-white Daoist robe. A flicker of dread involuntarily crossed his eyes.
Zang Yu sat squarely before him, legs spread in a commanding stance, and barked:
"Since you're awake, stop playing dead! What's your name, and which Dao lineage do you belong to? Speak up!"
The black-robed cultivator merely lowered his head and concentrated on putting his disordered meridians back in order, resisting in silence without uttering a word.
Zang Yu smiled at this and said softly:
"A tough nut, are you? Good! I like tough nuts."
"Just explain the truth, point by point, and you'll be dealt with properly. Why put yourself through all this?"
As a cultivator of an immortal sect, Zang Yu still hoped to resolve the matter peacefully, but that did not mean he lacked ways to torment someone.
Without mercy, he swept his sleeve and sent out a stream of deep blue water. It curled around the black-robed man's neck as he said with a smile:
"Since you dared provoke Rain Xiang Mountain, I'm sure you know how formidable weak water is."
As he spoke, he extended a finger