At Luo Yun's words, countless gazes turned toward the figure occupying the head seat of Jun Mountain's delegation.
At the center of those converging gazes, Song Yan felt neither offended nor displeased by her abrupt request. He merely nodded slightly in assent. This female disciple of the Moon-Listening Sect wielded Rosy Clouds Sword Qi that looked dazzlingly beautiful, yet had proved exceptionally fierce in her earlier exchange, concealing a keen, deadly edge. Clearly, she was no delicate flower raised in a greenhouse; her skills had largely been tempered in actual combat.
There was no old grudge between the Moon-Listening Sect and Jun Mountain. They had come to the same gathering, and sparring between junior disciples stopped short of injury; victory and defeat were ordinary matters. She sought only a few words of guidance. It would neither diminish Jun Mountain's dignity nor hinder him from fulfilling a younger fellow cultivator's desire to pursue the Dao. By reason or sentiment, he had no grounds to refuse. With Song Yan's approval, Luo Yun's spirits rose.
"Senior Brother Li, please instruct me."
She gave a sharp cry, forming a sword art with her hands as spiritual power surged across the Martial Arts Platform.
Everyone looked over to see rolling clouds and mist, crisscrossing Sword Qi, and radiant rosy light.
Li Qingfeng did not underestimate her. He drew a deep breath and held his hands before him as though embracing something.
Spiritual power surged around him. Amid interweaving light and shadow, the phantom of an ancient, massive three-legged cauldron faintly appeared.
Patterns of mountains, rivers, plants, birds, and beasts could dimly be seen flowing ceaselessly across its walls.
All the Rosy Clouds Sword Qi rushing toward him was swallowed by the cauldron phantom.
The torrent of Sword Qi struck within the cauldron like spirit medicines