After this discussion of the Dao, Yang Lingrui's path up the mountain was completely unimpeded.
After all, Nie Ancheng's strength was already among the very best of the Path Seeking Realm cultivators in the sect.
Other than Yun Xiwu, who was currently waiting in the main hall, none of the remaining Fuyao Sect disciples dared claim they could defeat Nie Ancheng.
Although the process of this discussion of the Dao had not been made public, after seeing the reactions of their elders, the Fuyao Sect disciples all knew the final outcome perfectly well.
As he made his way to the mountaintop, that magnificent palace, wreathed in countless currents of wind and floating above the summit, came into Yang Lingrui's view.
He gazed at the great hall for a moment, then cupped his hands in salute. After taking a few steps forward, a smile suddenly appeared on his face as he turned to look to one side.
"Senior Sister, if you don't come out soon, I'm going up by myself."
"Eh? I was even using a magic treasure, and you still found me?"
Yun Xiwu's figure immediately appeared. She looked at Yang Lingrui with curiosity. "I clearly took back the Azure Nether Wind Breath inside your body. How did you know I was here? Could it be that you came up with some new technique during this trip?"
"That wasn't it."
Yang Lingrui smiled and shook his head. Then he slowly stepped forward and, as naturally as breathing, took Yun Xiwu's hand. "When the heart holds someone in thought, and the body holds someone in longing, even without that breath of wind to guide me, as long as you are there, I will know."
At those words, Yun Xiwu froze abruptly, as though she could hardly believe such words had come