Fellow Daoist, Do You Have a Dao Companion?

With that thought, Lu Qing'an stopped worrying. He waved his hand casually and gracefully, a faint smile appearing on his face, "In that case, let's go out."

The purpose of this exchange has been achieved.

He had roughly figured out his own strength level and also knew the combat power corresponding to hundreds of thousands of times his cultivation level.

There's no need to continue fighting.

"Okay!" Luo Qiushan nodded quickly, her tone carrying a hint of relief.

She did breathe a sigh of relief; the sparring match had had a huge psychological impact on her, and she needed time to process it.

Her gaze suddenly changed, and a glint flashed in her pure black pupils.

Immediately afterwards, the darkness that had enveloped the entire space began to recede rapidly.

The boundless dark void seemed to be simultaneously drawn away from all directions by an invisible hand. Light surged back in, colors returned, and the buildings, furnishings, and ground that had been absorbed by the darkness reappeared, restored to their previous state without any discrepancy.

It was as if that suffocatingly Darkness Domain had never existed.

The black jade floor remained as smooth as a mirror, the sandalwood table and chairs still exuded a faint woody fragrance, the tea set on the table still emitted wisps of steam, and even the spiritual tea in the teacup was still warm.

The flow of time within the Darkness Domain is perfectly synchronized with that of the real world; everything flows seamlessly together.

Li Wensong was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, slowly sipping the cup of spiritual tea in his hand.

When he saw Lu Qing'an and Luo Qiushan reappear in the main hall, his eyes lit up, and he put down his teacup and stood up.

His gaze swept quickly between Lu Qing'an and Luo Qiushan, keenly capturing the subtle change in the atmosphere between them.

Although Luo Qiushan tried her best to maintain the composure of a sect leader, there was still a trace of shock and panic between her brows and eyes.

Lu Qing'an, however, remained calm and composed, as if he had simply gone for a walk.

Li Wensong's curiosity was completely piqued. He looked at Lu Qing'an and secretly transmitted his voice, his tone filled with barely suppressed gossip. "Brother Lu! How is it?"

What was the outcome of the sparring match? Who won? By how much? Did Brother Lu use his full strength? How badly was Luo Qiushan beaten?

A series of questions swirled in his mind.

Lu Qing'an walked unhurriedly to his seat, calmly sat down, picked up the cup of spiritual tea on the table that hadn't cooled down yet, took a sip, and then replied with four words via telepathy, "Everything is under control."

His tone was calm and confident, every word conveying a sense of matter-of-fact composure, as if the outcome of this exchange had been a foregone conclusion from the very beginning.

Li Wensong was stunned for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh, "Hahaha! As expected of my Brother Lu! Everything is under control! He truly is a powerful figure!!!"

Although he didn't witness the sparring match firsthand, he could fully imagine what it must have looked like.

The sect master of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect, who had cultivated twenty Great Dao, was thrown into chaos and utterly defeated by an Eternal Realm cultivator within his own Great Dao of Darkness Domain!

When Brother Lu returned, his clothes weren't wrinkled at all, his breathing was perfectly steady, and even the expression on his face was exactly the same as when he left.

What does this tell us?

This shows that this sparring match wasn't even a warm-up for him!

The more Li Wensong thought about it, the more he felt that his decision to curry favor with powerful figures was the best decision he ever made in his life.

The thickness of that thigh far exceeded his expectations!!!

Luo Qiushan breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her seat.

Her movements were a few seconds slower than before, as if she was still calming herself down.

She picked up the teacup, but didn't drink it. She just held it in her hands, her gaze involuntarily falling on Lu Qing'an across from her again.

Lu Qing'an sat there, his posture casual yet composed, holding a teacup in his hand, his gaze calmly fixed on the tea in the cup.

He didn't exude any deliberate aura; in fact, one could say his aura was extremely restrained. Yet, within this extreme calmness lay an invincible and unstoppable presence.

That's the demeanor of a true strong person. They don't need to prove anything to anyone, nor do they need anything external to demonstrate their strength, because true strength itself needs no words; it's there, quiet and steadfast.

Looking at Lu Qing'an like this, Luo Qiushan suddenly felt her throat go dry and subconsciously swallowed.

As she swallowed, her own face turned red.

"Good heavens! After all these years of dominating the Hongmeng Holy Realm, this is the first time I've felt this kind of charm from a man!"

Luo Qiushan let out a sigh in her heart that even she found absurd.

She is the sect leader of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect, a powerful figure standing at the top of the entire Hongmeng Holy Realm, and has seen countless geniuses and outstanding talents.

She'd seen all those top three Holy Sons of the Holy Sects, all those peerless geniuses renowned throughout the world!

But no one has ever made her feel this way before!

It wasn't the kind of awe that comes from being overwhelmed by overwhelming power, but something more subtle and personal!

My heart was racing, my cheeks were burning, and my eyes involuntarily wanted to look at her more than once, yet I dared not look any longer!

Luo Qiushan was immersed in this unprecedented and strange feeling when she suddenly snapped back to reality.

She realized that she had been staring at Lu Qing'an for far longer than a "normal conversation" should be, and a fleeting blush appeared on her cheeks.

Although it only flashed for a moment, it was still far too conspicuous in the brightly lit hall.

She hastily averted her gaze, turning to a corner of the hall, pretending to study a portrait hanging on the wall. Her heart was pounding, and her mind was a jumbled mess.

"What are you thinking! So what if you finally got defeated once! Why are you suddenly having these thoughts!"

She fiercely condemned herself in her heart, trying to explain her abnormal reaction as "psychological fluctuations after being defeated".

But having lived for so many years and experienced countless battles, both victories and defeats, she knew better than anyone what it was like to lose: frustration, resentment, reflection, and resurgence. The only thing she never felt was blushing or her heart racing.

She had just finished condemning herself in her heart, but the next second she found herself involuntarily lost in thought.

"Actually, the reason I've kept my heart closed off for so many years is simply because I haven't found a man who can move my heart."

This thought, like a seed, quietly fell into a corner of her heart.

Luo Qiushan has cultivated for countless years, rising from an unknown rogue Rogue Cultivator to her current position step by step. Only she knows the hardships and loneliness she has experienced along the way.

She had also longed for someone to stand shoulder to shoulder with, someone she could look up to, someone she could admire, someone she could willingly let down all her defenses with.

But although the Hongmeng Holy Realm is vast, how many men are worthy of being the sect leader of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect? Those old monsters who are stronger than her, aren't they all old guys who have lived for countless epochs, their minds as deep as an ancient well, unable to stir any ripples in her heart.

Those who were inferior to her didn't even dare to raise their heads in her presence, let alone attract her.

And today, this person has appeared.

So powerful that she looked up to them; the Eternal Realm could crush her, a Peak Great Dao Realm. This strength had transcended the limitations of realms and reached a level she couldn't comprehend!

Her composure put her at ease!

Despite possessing world-destroying power, he is never arrogant or domineering. He knows when to stop and how to control his strength. This kind of mentality is even more precious than his strength!

"It's rare to see this now..."

She didn't finish the thought, but she already had the answer in her heart.

Luo Qiushan took a deep breath, turned her head back, and her gaze fell on Lu Qing'an again. This time, her eyes were no longer evasive or flustered, but filled with an unprecedented firmness.

She's lived so many years, she's seen all sorts of storms and made all sorts of choices.

Since she had an idea in mind, she should ask it directly; being coy wasn't her style.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip to moisten her parched throat, then put the cup down. A perfectly timed smile appeared on her face, and she spoke as casually and naturally as if discussing a very ordinary family matter, "Fellow Daoist, you say you are Rogue Cultivator. May I ask, do you dao companion?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.