Su Wentian smiled at Ning Chongxuan, his eyes flickering as he said, "Brother Ning, I didn't expect you to master this divine skill as well."
Ning Chongxuan replied calmly, "I've only begun to learn, far inferior to Senior Brother Su."
The two locked eyes, neither backing down, then cupped their hands in salute and parted ways.
Returning to the clouds, Ning Chongxuan saw Zhang Yan retrieve a talisman and finger it. The talisman transformed into a soft cloud bag, gently falling before him. Zhang Yan said, "Brother Ning, you've just had an intense fight. Your Primordial Qi must be quite depleted. Why not sit and adjust your breathing for a moment?"
Ning Chongxuan nodded slightly, sat down cross-legged, and began to regulate his breathing.
Zhang Yan gazed into the distance. After observing Ning and Su's exchange, he found himself reflecting deeply. Zhou Yong's earlier remarks were not without reason.
