"Interesting."
Xu Qi gently uttered three words, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corners of his lips,
"Ming Venerable, I wonder which one you're planning to fight..."
The rain had unknowingly ceased, and the mountain wind swept through the forest, carrying an indescribable chill.
......
Chen Yi slowly turned his head back.
In that moment, it seemed as though he heard someone calling him.
Then he heard a voice slowly uttering "interesting."
His eyes narrowed slightly, no longer paying attention to the distant commotion, he raised his hand, feeling the light flowing over him like a stream.
Indeed, it was quite interesting.
In the past, when he roamed the Jianghu, he mostly fought with knives and swords, straightforward confrontations, and the mysterious techniques like spells were merely optional support. To this day, as a Taoist, he doesn't even know how to draw a Thunder Talisman and for that, he still had to rely on Yin Weiyin's help.
