After the scolding, Han Li felt some of the frustration he had experienced since Monarch Great Development's passing lift somewhat.
Now that he was about to cast spells to collect the lightning, he naturally didn't want other cultivators in the area to be a nuisance.
After taking a deep breath, he patted his storage pouch and numerous spell flags of different colors appeared in his hand. With a single wave, the flags shot out in all directions, quickly disappearing into the ground without a trace.
Han Li looked up at the lightning flashing across the sky, his mouth twitching slightly. Immediately, his body was enveloped in a glow, and he began to float upward, reaching a spot about thirty yards from the ground.
With his hands forming a strange gesture, a series of low incantations came from Han Li's mouth.
Instantly, various colors of light flashed below.
