He spoke little.
But his mind was always working.
This combination stabilized Jir Mingxi's Divine Soul and fortified his will, granting him a Dao Heart so firm he would remain impassive even if a mountain collapsed before him.
Thus, the schemes of the Demonic Cultivators had little effect on him.
"Petty tricks!"
"The conflict between the righteous and the demonic has never been decided by the Bright Void Sect's actions. Your persistence here is nothing but a waste of time."
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and refine his Magical Power.
What he failed to notice, however, was that the moment he revealed himself, the Demonic Cultivators outside began to move.
Countless wisps of blood-red Qi ignored the Array's barrier, silently settling upon his body.
An unknown amount of time passed.
A familiar voice rang in his ears.
"Brother Mingxi!"
'Hm?'
Jir Mingxi's eyes snapped open.
