"An ant trying to shake a tree. How laughably arrogant."
Taoist Zhi Qing smiled faintly as Taoist True Qi circulated within him. He easily shook off the shackles of the surrounding Yin Qi, expelling any that tried to invade his body.
"The morning mushroom knows not night and day, the summer cicada knows not spring and autumn."
Taoist Zhi Xiu shook his head and once again uttered a soundless word.
The next moment, the remaining four all felt a sharp pain in their internal organs. Their spleens and stomachs seemed to turn to earth and stone, growing harder and heavier, as if bearing an immense weight that pulled them relentlessly downward.
The beautiful, agile woman was the most affected.
Her true form was a blue-and-white patterned snake, nimble and swift, moving like the wind.
