"Listen carefully." Zhu Lingyun spoke in a deep voice. Her lips then moved, but no sound emerged.
Sun Haoyang and Hu Chengxiang could not hear anything.
Zhao Ruilin looked grave, nodding from time to time as he racked his brains.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Zhu Lingyun's lips stopped moving. She said coldly, "Did you remember it?"
Zhao Ruilin looked embarrassed.
Zhu Lingyun shook her head. "I'll say it again. If you still can't remember it this time, then forget about practicing it!"
"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Divine Venerable," Zhao Ruilin said gravely.
Zhu Lingyun's lips moved again without making a sound.
Chu Zhiyuan stood behind a tree, his eyes narrowed slightly as he sank into thought.
Super Sensation caught Zhu Lingyun's voice, making no difference from hearing it with his ears.
He carefully pondered this secret art.
It was a secret art that stimulated one's potential and unleashed explosive power.
This art was extraordinarily exquisite, involving the use of soul power and operating on an extremely high level.
Yet it truly caused immense harm. What it damaged was not merely the mind, but soul power as well—and that was one's future potential.
But if someone was about to die anyway, who would care about such things?
No matter how great a dead person's potential was, what use would it be?
One had to survive the trial of life and death first before speaking of anything else. Besides, there should be secret methods capable of nourishing the soul.
But how could this art be interrupted?
He contemplated a way to break it, ultimately reaching a conclusion: it had to be interrupted the moment it was unleashed. Once it was fully underway, it would be difficult to stop.
At this thought, his gaze