HISS!
HISS!
After the silver threads formed a giant silver cocoon, the remaining threads retreated like an ebbing tide, returning to the silver sphere of light behind Ye Yun.
"What a terrifying Divine Skill," Liu Yiyi observed, looking at the sphere of light behind Ye Yun with astonishment. She felt a strong urge to reach out and touch it.
"Would you like to learn it, Yiyi?" Ye Yun asked, amused by Liu Yiyi's stunned expression.
"I think I'll pass, Brother Yun. I've devoted my life to the Sword Dao, and the Binary Sword Chant is enough for me to comprehend for many years," Liu Yiyi replied, shaking her head with a smile.
Ye Yun nodded. Her response was as he had expected.
For the past hundred thousand years, Liu Yiyi had been devoted to the cultivation of the Sword Dao. She probably wasn't interested in a powerful Divine Skill like 'Thousand Threads'.
With a grasping motion of his hand, Ye Yun brought the distant silver cocoon closer.
