C1467 CHAPTER1467

Yi Qingyin and Yi Ziyun were at a loss for words, their faces a blank canvas of confusion. For the average martial artist, comprehension was a fleeting state of grace, a stroke of luck that might never be encountered in a lifetime. Yet for this guy, it seemed as natural as breathing or sipping water—a comparison that could drive anyone to distraction.

But now was not the time for words