Pain.
Intense pain.
Li Qingyun, covered in dust, lay on the ground, slowly coming to consciousness.
Not daring to open his eyes, his memory still lingered on the scene where he was captured by Patriarch Bai Gui, where in desperation he had attempted to detonate his Elixir Field, only to lose consciousness instantly; his heart was truly filled with panic and unease.
He cautiously extended his Divine Sense, looking around.
Not far away, a young man in green clothes slightly smiled.
"Junior martial uncle!"
Li Qingyun's body shook, he opened his eyes and stood up.
"It has indeed been a long time."
Jiang Ding sighed, but did not say much, his gaze shifting to the seven or eight Foundation-building cultivators who had their Spirit Soul Restrictions lifted but were still lying unconscious on the ground.
