Wen Yanlie's emotions were complex at that moment.
Ordinarily, he should have been thrilled to find a teammate with such strength and talent.
But Wen Yanlie couldn't shake a strange feeling.
'A Fifth-level Martial Artist who actually has the combat prowess of a Ninth-level Martial Artist... and he's even cultivated a Sword Technique on par with a Tier Three Soul Technique. A genius like that…'
"You're joking, Wen," Chu Qingyun said with a laugh, his gaze shifting to Pei Liangcai's corpse. "If you hadn't been here keeping watch, Li Tianyou wouldn't have retreated so easily."
A major reason Chu Qingyun had killed Pei Liangcai without hesitation was that he had his eye on his Martial Soul.
Ever since he'd had the idea of forming teams and coordinating Soul Techniques, Chu Qingyun had started consciously looking out for such opportunities.
Soon, an earthy-yellow Martial Soul, resembling a winged insect, materialized over Pei Liangcai's body.
