The only sound that could be heard was the pitter-patter of the rain onto the grass. There was a light drizzle earlier, but it had strengthened as the night advanced.
Ling Yun manipulated his spiritual energy to bring down his blood pressure and regulated his breathing. He tightened his fist again and walked towards Priest Compassionless.
"What was the skill you used?" Ling Yun asked as he walked over. Even though he thought nothing of the monk's character, his interest was piqued by the martial art he displayed.
The Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand would become a valuable skill if Ling Yun were to master it. Its finger force was strong and mighty and its technique was sharp and ruthless.