The Starry Sky was silent. Only Chen Qingzi’s voice could be heard, echoing out in all directions for a long time.
“I am Chen Qingzi. Do you know what my Dao Is?”
As his voice echoed out, the wooden lotus that had been formed from the shattered wooden sword slowly began to drift away. It shattered into pieces, and no longer took shape. Chen Qingzi stood there silently, looking at the shattered wooden sword. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Perhaps he was still reminiscing.
“This... this...”Patriarch Seven Spirits Dao’s face was pale, and his mind was in a state of shock. He subconsciously backed up, as if he didn’t feel safe even though he was very far away from Chen Qingzi, he instinctively backed up.
The battle prowess that Chen Qingzi had displayed just now had far exceeded his imagination. It had reached an unimaginable level. That was especially true... because he had never been able to see what Dao he was displaying!