"Why? How do you know the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm of my Daoist School of Non-action?" Zhong Tiandao demanded.
The surrounding crowd hadn't yet snapped out of their stupor. They couldn't understand how Wen Qingye knew the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm, let alone why his execution of it seemed even better than Zhong Tiandao's.
This was especially true for Fangg Xin. His eyes were vacant, yet it seemed he was simultaneously gaining some profound insight into the technique Wen Qingye had just displayed.
Fang Yu's jaw dropped. He exclaimed in astonishment, "Brother Wen actually knows our Daoist School of Non-action's Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm, and he performs it even better than Brother Fangg!"
Wen Qingye now stood beside the purple Dao Pattern, his eyes fixated on the rotating figure within it.
"Wen Qingye, you're courting death!"
