Li Ping'an exclaimed, "The physical combat techniques of the Witch Clan are indeed unparalleled."
"Body cultivation is inferior to spirit cultivation," Guang Chengzi said warmly, "this has been an established conclusion since ancient times."
Li Ping'an nodded with a smile and continued to make small talk with Guang Chengzi on this topic.
Qing Su stood aside with her sword, gazing at Li Ping'an's profile, her eyes slightly lost in thought.
As for Li Dazhi, he was much more laid-back at the moment, shaking his head and pondering to himself about how to spread word in the Vast Wilderness Heaven and Earth after resolving matters here, inadvertently composing a poem in his heart:
'The Heavenly Emperor visits the northern witches thrice, driving out evil and aiding the ancient tribes.'
'Hearing of Houtu's plight, self, self... what fits well?'
