Under Sima Quantong's piercing gaze, Chen Heng's expression remained unchanged as he walked slowly into the hall.
He first saluted the two High Immortals, Elder Huo and True Person Mingyou, then pointed toward the Light-Concealing Spirit-Evolving Diagram from afar. A Spell Formula instantly entered his mind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, absorbed the information within the Spell Formula, and thought:
Three Dao Arts and one low-grade talisman artifact... This Foundation Establishment Qi Soldier's Dao Foundation is rather ordinary, and its Qi Sea isn't particularly vast. It seems I'll have to be sparing when casting.
A faint smile crossed his face. With a guiding thought, a callow youth in green robes and a hemp-cloth cap suddenly leaped out of the diagram, a sharp Silver Shuttle circling beside him.
At the sight of the form of Chen Heng's Qi Soldier.
It was not only Sima Quantong whose eyes took on a strange look.
Even atop the Pale Radiance Mystic Platform.
True Person Mingyou raised his eyebrows, his expression hovering between a smile and something else.
The already clamorous crowd below the platform grew livelier still, bustling and noisy as a marketplace in the mortal world.
"This, this Qi Soldier..."
Mi Hui froze at first, then could not help covering his face with his sleeve, shaking his head with a private laugh:
"Isn't this the Qi Soldier that Xie Yu controlled in the first match? The first one to lose? I smashed this Qi Soldier's head myself. I still remember it vividly!"
Mi Hui ventured a glance toward the unruffled Elder Huo, only for Elder Huo to suddenly lift his eyelids and glare at him.
Startled, he hurriedly straightened in his seat and kept his eyes forward.
"Please."
Chen Heng cupped his hands slightly.
"Come!"
Sima Quantong laughed loudly and activated his Spell