Daylight fell into a secluded corner of the Sacrificial Hall, illuminating the clump of green bamboo. The water in the well was like a black mirror.
Jing Jiu emerged from the bamboo wall. Water streamed off his body without leaving a trace, and he was instantly completely dry.
He spread his arms. A pair of gentle hands reached over from beside him and carefully dressed him.
"Do you need a pair of shoes?" the Priestess withdrew her fingers and asked softly.
Jing Jiu flipped up his hood, covering his head. "We'll see when I leave."
The Priestess lowered her head slightly and led him deeper into the Sacrificial Hall.
His bare feet landed on the stone-paved path without leaving any wet footprints.
As he walked, he reviewed the battle he had fought that day.
His opponent had been an expert of the Liexing Upper Realm. With the help of Combat Armor, he possessed cultivation no weaker than the Sea-Breaking Upper Realm, and his methods of attack and defensive capabilities surpassed those of cultivators from Chaotian Continent. Even so, someone of that level still could not withstand a casual sweep of his hand. The battle could hardly be called dangerous; he simply lacked experience and still needed to adapt to the environment of space, so it had ended a little slowly. If he encountered truly formidable figures in this world in the future, such as those so-called Night-Bearing Realm experts, or even that Ascension One closely integrated with interstellar civilization, how could he kill them more efficiently?
Strength came down to two things: speed and power. Attack and defense alike depended on them.
By the time he had followed the Priestess through the passage, he had already devised more than a dozen ways to fight.
They arrived in the Quiet Room,