At this moment, Xu Xuan finally understood the true worth of Zhou Li's words from that year, "Taoist Priest, you inspire a sense of peace."
When Zhuge Qing, who looked as unstained by the dust of the world as an Immortal, appeared before her and spoke those gentle yet firm words, Xu Xuan almost cried.
Taoist Priest, you are truly comforting.
In the moment when the sudden thunderclap roared, Wei Wuji, wearing a half-mask, also stepped out from the side, controlling towering waves that swept up the dark shadows within.
These waves had no offensive power; they were merely an expanse of ordinary water. But at that moment, what was needed were precisely these waters.
The instant Zhuge Qing's toe touched the ground, the raging thunder immediately enveloped the dark shadows struck by the waves. The shadows, dampened by the water, were instantly penetrated by thunderbolts, their forms continually tearing.
