"Fellow Daoist, you needn't actually unleash the spell. Just condense all ninety-eight spell patterns. I have no wish to destroy Senior Brother Zhang's property. Even if I emptied out most of my wealth, I couldn't afford to compensate him for the Jade Gold Pavilion." Young Man Yan seemed to have guessed what Wang Yu was thinking and hastened to explain.
"I see. That won't be difficult." Understanding dawned on Wang Yu. Without further ceremony, he formed hand seals with both hands while chanting an incantation.
Specks of red light began appearing in the empty air before him. They churned rapidly, condensing into crimson symbols that gradually gathered into a red design.
The instant the design took shape, all ninety-eight symbols blazed with red light, radiating a dazzling brilliance. The temperature in the air rose rapidly, becoming almost unbearably hot.
At the sight, the expressions of both Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Green Water Palace shifted slightly. Both sensed an immense threat from the red design of spell patterns, and the young man hurriedly said:
"That's enough. The Flame Blade truly is a limit spell with ninety-eight spell patterns. It seems this trip wasn't in vain."
"Then can you tell me everything now?"
Wang Yu stopped chanting and flicked his sleeve. The red design before him dissolved into specks of spiritual light and vanished as he asked the question earnestly.
"Of course I will. But such an astonishing limit spell is not something a rogue cultivator could master.
"I heard from Senior Brother that you came from beyond the Eastern Wasteland. Are you from an overseas sect in the Northern Sea, or from the Southern Continent Three Kingdoms?" The young man smiled slightly, but posed another question.
"Does it matter so much where I came from?" Wang Yu replied with a