Buzz!
Liquid lightning instantly splashed around Lin Dong.
Wrapped in that lightning, the wounds Lin Dong had sustained in the earlier battle healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But none of that was what mattered most.
As Lin Dong sensed the Thunder Ancestral Symbol within him, now free of even the slightest flaw, a smile curled his lips.
Ever since he had refined it, the Thunder Ancestral Symbol had been missing a sliver of its essence that Mo Luo had borrowed. Now, at last, it was complete.
Beside him, Tang Xinlian watched Lin Dong with a complicated expression, a trace of unwillingness flashing through her eyes.
She believed herself inferior to no one.
Yet Lin Dong, whose cultivation was still considerably below hers, had managed to defeat Xu Xiu and the black-robed man's combined assault single-handedly.
She, on the other hand, had fallen to Xu Xiu within just a few exchanges. The difference between them was plain to see.
And now that Lin Dong's Thunder Ancestral Symbol was complete, the gap between her and this young man her own age had undoubtedly widened again.
Tang Xinlian refused to accept it, but a deep sense of helplessness soon followed. She had no idea how to catch up.
Sighing inwardly, Tang Xinlian shook her head and pushed those thoughts aside. She looked up at the sky, watching Qingzhi and Mo Luo's battlefields with concern and tension in her eyes.
In the end, she could not help asking Lin Dong.
"Lin Dong, the fighting is growing fiercer. Why hasn't that person made his move yet?"
Lin Dong looked up at her words, then shook his head.
"I'm not sure. Changqing might be moody and unpredictable, but he always keeps his promises. If he hasn't acted yet, he probably has his