On the sixth day of the seventh month, in the year 5513 of the Yuangguang Calendar, the wind was gentle, the sun was bright, and the sea breeze blew softly.
Yet above Linghua Island, it felt as though dark clouds pressed overhead, the atmosphere taut with tension!
Inside Linghua Hall, Liu Yu sensed that the formation was no longer under attack and flew out!
In midair, within the formation, Liu Yu and Wang Qing stood side by side, gazing at Zhao Xinghe and Daoist Liefeng outside as they quietly awaited the final outcome.
The sea breeze brought waves of coolness. The two men in the air wore simple, ancient-style jade hairpins, and spiritual patterns shimmered faintly on their Taoist robes. The gusting sea wind sent their sashes fluttering, making them look like immortals.
The four fell silent for a time.
Zhao Xinghe turned and carefully surveyed Linghua Island below, then sighed softly. "The last time I came to Linghua Island, it was winter. Snowflakes drifted through the air, and all was peaceful and serene! Now it has become like this! Ah, on Zhao Yi's behalf, I thank Fellow Daoist Han for showing mercy!"
He looked back at Liu Yu and Wang Qing. "What do you two think?"
Liu Yu smiled faintly and bowed to Zhao Xinghe and Daoist Liefeng in turn. "Though I have never seen a Dao Foundation cultivator fight, I understand that if Senior Liefeng had used his full strength, he could have shattered this formation in an instant, like sweeping away rotten wood and withered grass. I am not someone who cannot see reason. Thank you for showing mercy, Senior Liefeng!"
Daoist Liefeng remained motionless, gazing at the distant horizon.
Seeing this, Zhao Xinghe smiled and said, "Since that is so, let us put this matter behind