"Thank you."
"For my fallen comrades."
Lingtong's somewhat desolate figure lingered in front of Wang Jixuan's eyes for a long time.
She must have many stories to her name.
Daoist Wang brought down his hammer with a smash, scattering the various intrusive thoughts along with the image before him, using a clever technique to round off the end, allowing the third section of the 'steel pipe' to take shape smoothly.
His movements were swift as he brought his sword fingers together. Taking advantage of the absence of anyone nearby, he wrapped the steel pipe in qi and suspended it in front of him. His fingertips moved quickly, continuously pouring spiritual energy into it, creating numerous pathways for spiritual power within.
The qi of his elixir field surged upward; Wang Jixuan puffed up his cheeks, his eyes sparkling with a sharp light as he exhaled a fierce breath.
Hum!
The 'steel pipe' vibrated intensely!
