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"This is the Art of Divine Wind I've just cultivated!"
Zhou Yi, aware that his master was secretly observing, quickly searched for a reason to explain his shivering, for how could a mighty Daoist master shake from the cold for no reason.
With a single breath, he created a howling gale that instantly shattered the barren mountain to dust.
Bai Suixin rose into the air, sitting cross-legged on a yellow gourd, his body shimmering with spiritual light trying to fend off the wind, never expecting this strange wind to be intangible, penetrating directly through and causing him to shiver from the cold.
"What divine skills!"
Bai Suixin clapped in admiration, saying, "Such a mystic and divine wind, only comparable to the Ancestor Yellow Cloud's Samadhi Divine Wind, that Black Wind Devil cultivated for hundreds of years, and it's not as good as junior brother's ten years of achievement!"
"The devil cultivated it wrongly."