After Xiao Jie expressed his gratitude, he once again rode on the auspicious clouds and flew towards the west of the village. Finding Miao Fa Yuanjun Su Zhiqing was effortless—just a few miles away in the sky, three rolling dark clouds with flashes of lightning were suspended conspicuously, and the muffled sound of thunder came from a distance, clearly indicating the practice of Thunder Skill.
Getting closer, it was indeed so. On a temporarily cleared ground, Miao Fa Yuanjun, dressed in an elegant Daoist robe, was pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back, her expression cold with a hint of scrutiny.
In front of her, Wentian Wuji, Bai Ze, and Dida La stood in a line, each holding a Magic Sword, practicing the Mysterious Step Technique while chanting under their breath, trying hard to guide the power of the thunderclouds above.
