The monk and Foye looked somewhat haggard, appearing to be physically drained. This was unsurprising, considering they had just exhausted a significant amount of soul power. Yet now, as they looked at the scene before them, both were slightly tongue-tied. A spectacle that could startle two esteemed monks was indeed rare.
The tent where Mr. Su Bai had been staying had long been scattered somewhere unknown. Streams of potent soul power had transformed into almost tangible whirlwinds, forming a small yet formidable vortex. Chen Ru still sat cross-legged on the ground, her unwavering gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her. She knew exactly what cultivation technique Su Bai was using. Xu Fugui had stayed inactive in the Land of Enlightenment for twenty years, undoubtedly possessing unique trump cards. At this moment, it was as though she was reliving the brilliance of the coffin dweller's self-created cultivation method through Su Bai.
