At the mountain peak.
As a figure appeared, pressing down the heads of Yunhuang and Yun Lei, and gently ruffling, the terrifying pressure of the Path-Cutting Divine Spirit that enveloped the entire mountain peak suddenly dissipated like scattered clouds.
A faint voice lingered on the peak, swirling continuously.
Li Che's voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a kind of resolute and undeniable force that seemed to impact the soul.
How could the disciple of Li Che ever be so cheap?
Li Che?
The bodies of Yunhuang and Yun Lei stiffened upon hearing Li Che's words, suddenly stunned.
Isn't Teacher called Mo Che?
How did it become Li Che?
Yet the two smart ones quickly understood that Li Che was perhaps the true name of their teacher, which also meant that at this moment, the teacher truly acknowledged them.
On the mountain peak, the fierce wind swept wildly, overflowing with majestic divinity, rushing forth and intertwining incessantly.
