A Fei had landed off to one side and stood there, letting the fine mist of snow drift onto him.
Even through his clothes, the snowy mist settling on his body and head carried a peculiar chill unlike that of ice or snow, as though a sword's edge were brushing across his skin, making his hairs stand on end.
In truth, the depletion of A Fei's True Qi was still tolerable, and he could easily have continued attacking, but at that moment, he could not summon the desire.
Even a martial artist in the innate realm could not truly wield a towering tree as lightly as a sword. At most, he could use it as a heavy weight to smash someone.
Yet the impression Yi Shuyuan had just given A Fei was that of a Celestial Person approaching with a sword, cleaving through the snowy mist with one effortless stroke.
Yes, effortless. The immense trunk should have been cumbersome, yet Yi Shuyuan had wielded it with a sword's lightness. That move had indeed been a sword strike, not merely an attempt to smash someone with a tree.
"Done fighting?"
Yi Shuyuan asked, standing atop the treetop and looking at the slightly dazed A Fei, who shook his head.
"I'm done. Though I've entered the xiantian realm and thought I was gradually coming to understand the true essence of the martial way, clearly my own insights are still far too shallow. In your eyes, senior, this must have been no more than playing around?"
Yi Shuyuan walked down from the treetop step by step, then slid along the trunk to its base, making no attempt to spare A Fei's pride.
"It was indeed no more than playing around, but it was enjoyable enough. Still, play is play. You must distinguish between