His own ox cart seemed to have fallen into the eye of a storm.
The Silver-haired Taoist blasted back with a counter-move.
Boom!!!
Li Guanyi's pupils constricted, his body tensing almost instinctively, a warrior's innate defense kicking in.
This torrential rain was utterly dispersed!
It transformed into a state like white clouds, the ox cart as if falling from the summit of clouds.
The Silver-haired Taoist sat there, as if seated atop the clouds, his temples slightly lifted, composed and tranquil, his hand gently resting on Li Guanyi's shoulder. Then all the rosy clouds dissipated, and Li Guanyi gasped deeply, only to see that above the firmament, the clouds had scattered, leaving only the clear and bright moon hanging high in the sky.
He pondered in amazement.
Was this, too, a form of martial arts?
