Chu Yi stood with his hands behind his back, a casual smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
The flustered Li Dan of the Pantao Sect hurried forward, bowing as he said, "Senior, could you perhaps offer some guidance? The disciples of our sect are truly slow-witted. At this rate, the Pantao Sect is bound to decline!"
Chu Yi was startled. Offer guidance?
Wasn't that a bit too much?
He let out a cold laugh, feigning anger.
"Guidance? Could it be that our recent exchange was child's play?"
The spiritual power granted to Chu Yi by Ancestor Yun had dissipated, and Chu Yi had long since returned to his usual appearance.
But Li Dan was still scared stiff, not daring to breathe too loudly.
"Junior meant no disrespect."
"Then what is it you mean?"
Chu Yi, without shifting his gaze, demanded coldly.
The disciples of the sect all fell silent, fearing Chu Yi's gaze might fall upon them.
