"The Way of Pure Yang seeks not from without," Lin Fang said with solemnity.
The old daoist priest thoughtfully listened, feeling a premonition that perhaps today he could find an opportunity unique to himself and take that vitally important step.
Lin Fang sensed the aura emanating from him and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. This Taoist, despite his age, had good comprehension. With just a few light pointers from himself, he was about to take that crucial step,
So, Lin Fang quietly employed his mana, gathering countless strands of solar energy at his fingertips. As he extended his finger, a sound like thunder boomed in everyone's ears, carrying with it an aura of destructive might that struck fear into their hearts.
The tip of his finger gently touched the old daoist priest's forehead, and in his eyes, it was as if he had found himself in a world filled with thunder, where magnificent heavenly thunders cleansed all things and purged all evils.
