"Oh? Then let me try."
Zhou Bingbing flicked her finger lightly, and suddenly several ice beads appeared between her fingers, shooting up at the mountain like bullets. Just when they were about to hit their mark, they suddenly lost their force, turning into numerous marbles that clattered down the mountain.
The mastery of spell control expressed by Bingbing filled Lin Yuan with an envious ache.
He indeed wasn't troubled by the Remnant Consciousness Whisper, an advantage all cultivators envied and craved.
But as the price for this advantage, most of the spells he possessed weren't directly and completely mastered but were the result of his own hard work and research.
No matter how hard he studied, a mere few months simply couldn't compare with those cultivators who, through the Remnant Consciousness Whisper, directly mastered the accumulated experience of dozens or even hundreds of years.
And when the ice beads fell onto the area Old Qin had mentioned...
