Seeing that the atmosphere had grown a little tense, Yi Shuyuan smiled and asked in a lighthearted tone.
"No more stubborn talk?"
His gentle, humorous words made the burly man scratch his head in embarrassment, while also easing the tension.
Yi Shuyuan walked over to the man's side and gazed into the distance from the mountaintop. Xiao Yong instinctively turned to follow his gaze.
"That move is called the Heavenly Dragon Tail Sweep. Not just any member of Dragonkind can use it. You're a Demon Cultivator who cultivated and found his own way deep in the mountains. There's no shame in losing to him!"
"A loss is a loss. I truly am no match for him."
Facing that "dragon tail" strike again had both reopened Xiao Yong's wound and doused him with a bucket of cold water.
Yi Shuyuan glanced at the man beside him. Utter dejection was no good, but deceiving oneself was worse. The best disposition was to understand oneself clearly, face one's fears, and still retain a heart that strove onward toward the Dao.
This monster had potential, and he had also saved Stoneborn. Yi Shuyuan sincerely wanted to lend him a hand.
That tap of the Folding Fan had made Xiao Yong shudder, but it had also stirred the last surge of Pill Qi, causing it to rise rather than gradually sink within his body.
Xiao Yong looked at the mountains below. The fierce wind was now fading, but the vegetation still swayed, resembling that swinging dragon tail.
After his defeat, right up until he took the Immortal Elixir, he had not dared recall the sight of that dragon tail sweeping toward him.
Later, in the thoughtless, dreamlike sleep of the Pill Realm, his wounds had not merely been soothed. Xiao Yong had felt as though