บท 68: Elementalist

"Refrain from fixing me with that intense gaze, my friend. I'm facilitating your comrade's accelerated path to strength. Ignore Brother Mo's skepticism; he lacks the grasp of the Hallows." Ze Kai playfully expounded to Sun Jing, who lay supine on the ground, exerting every ounce of his energy to hoist his head and lock eyes with Ze Kai. A sly grin adorned Ze Kai's face as he observed Sun Jing's inquisitive countenance, and he couldn't resist a bit of ribbing, "Perhaps you yearn to tread that very path, hm?" Sun Jing's eyes widened, and with an ardent determination, he laboriously inched toward Ze Kai to signify his unwavering resolve. Ze Kai's grin broadened, and he advanced toward Sun Jing. With one hand, he seized Sun Jing's shirt and, with the other, deftly cleaved the air with his spear, conjuring a rift at the very spot where his weapon had sliced through.