""Impressive, impressive."
Li Qingyun clapped his hands in appreciation while the people around him showed no expression.
Well, the brothers of the Profound Sect really are cold-hearted, aren't they? They can't spare a single word of praise when it's not about sweeping, cleaning, alchemy, feeding beasts, or marking papers...
Zhao Yuantong remained silent, just forming a spell with his fingers, waving his sleeve, and then the golden bells between his fingertips started to ring on their own, chiming continuously without any wind.
Li Qingyun could see clearly that this was collecting the souls of the mortals who had been incidentally killed by the strike of the Chastisement Ruler just now.
That was considered casually destroying a den of demons and their obscene worship, and Zhao Yuantong didn't bother with the people who died in the resulting earthquake, simply concentrating on piloting the Immortal Boat, continuing to skim over the plains, arriving next to a city by a lake.
