But regardless of his past deeds or the image of his sect, He Zhiqing could not afford to exhibit any loss of composure; hence, he sotis envied characters like Liang Yi with their carefree and casual deanors.
At least from He Zhiqing's observations, Liang Yi appeared mild-mannered, akin to him, but that was rely a facade. In reality, Liang Yi was an unabashedly free-spirited individual, indifferent to everything except what he truly cared about.
Even sotis He Zhiqing felt, in this world, apart from Su Youyi, Liang Yi regarded everything else with a asure of detachnt.
This feeling arrived without reason, yet He Zhiqing trusted this intuition imnsely.
The bond between Liang Yi and him was sincere, devoid of any falsehood, and they could be considered good brothers. But if forced to choose between Su Youyi and the world, He Zhiqing believed Liang Yi would undoubtedly choose Su Youyi.
He Zhiqing didn't dislike, in fact, even admired Liang Yi's indifferent and unreserved nature, which was well-concealed. This ant only a few things could bind Liang Yi, enabling him to follow his heart in everything he did.
"This ti in the Abyss, Brother He, you can let go a bit, since no one will recognize you anyway."
Liang Yi, oblivious to He Zhiqing's aningful gaze, instead offered a light-hearted response.
Looking at the others, Pang Qingshi's cool temperant hadn't changed much, but his exquisite features had turned quite plain, just like an ordinary female disciple in the sect.
Ke ngzhan's attractiveness had not diminished significantly; although with a new face, he still looked like a handso Sword Cultivator. However, he retained a cool deanor, naturally speaking less to get more sleep, unlike He Zhiqing who had gone from one extre to another.
And Wan Tinggui, during operations in the Abyss, had her own distinct look; her mysterious and profound aura fully contained, her proud deanor had beco ordinary, hands on hips, she ca across more like a petulant sect miss.
Liang Yi had reason to believe that Wan Tinggui's façade was inspired by Liu Rouxin's deanor and even her elegance…
As for Mr. Orange, he had transford from a plump orange cat to a cute little white tiger, with round, shiny eyes, irresistibly adorable, nearly twin to the White Tiger.
Liang Yi cheered inwardly, basically wrapping himself in White Tiger's skin and stepping out.
At Liang Yi's repeated behest, Mr. Orange quite reluctantly shifted from the White Tiger to a striped tiger.
"Disengage the array, follow !"
After triple-checking for accuracy, only then did Wan Tinggui take a deep breath and spoke.
Pang Qingshi nodded, his delicate and pale fingers danced through the air like butterflies among flowers, drawing out myriad threads from the surrounding Void as if unraveling a knitted sweater.
And when the very last thread was pulled, Liang Yi and the others witnessed the Heavenly chanism restored back to the natural order of heaven and earth.
Heavenly Avoidance Nine Mysterious Array, disengaged!
Dozens of miles from the Abyssal Rift, the ferocious Abyss Cultivators tasked with defending the area yawned out of sheer boredom.
The yawning Cultivator seed to be a Body Cultivation Practitioner, with a fierce appearance and a robust build. His companion in guarding this place was pale-faced with an elegant deanor, currently imrsed in closed-eye cultivation, drawing streams of Spiritual Power into his body with his Cultivation Technique, indicative of a Daoist Practitioner.
Both appeared to be at the peak of the Sixth Realm, their presence here a bit of overkill.
With the rift being so large, and this location being rely one of dozens of entryways, it used to be busier due to several battlefields in the vicinity.
But ever since they received orders to fall back and defend the Abyssal Rifts, the most frequented ones were those that directly confronted the Mystical chanism army; this place, absent of any special circumstances, seldom had visitors.
This ti, it was said that so Mystical chanism Cultivators stubbornly attempted to infiltrate the Abyss, which brought forth a surge of activity.
Sadly, without accomplishing anything, they all scampered away monts ago, prompting him to roll his eyes in disdain.
"Ugh... I really want to break the slick necks of those Mystical chanism Cultivators on the battlefield!"
The brutish Body Cultivator nad Qian Cong lanted with a sigh of regret as he tilted his neck, cracking it with a series of pops.
"Rather than complaining, why not courageously abandon your duties and head to the battlefield? It would be more useful than whining."
Daoist Practitioner Sun Zhou, who was cultivating with closed eyes, casually remarked.
"Heh, you just want to die!"
Qian Cong scoffed disdainfully, casting a sidelong glance at Sun Zhou.
Abandon responsibilities? Even with a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare.
In this dog-eat-dog Abyss, where might is right, you do as instructed. If you can't fight back, obey; disobedience ans death!
"Too scared to flee, too scared to die, what a coward!"
Sun Zhou seed equally bored, practising his cultivation while casually passing the ti chatting with this simpleton.
Before Qian Cong could retort in anger, several beams of light suddenly descended from the sky, abruptly arriving in front of them.
The unexpected turn of events did not catch them off guard; as soon as the beams of light appeared, the cultivating Sun Zhou opened his eyes, his icy blue pupils seeming to harbor howling winds and snow.
This scene was no illusion; the mont Sun Zhou opened his eyes, the desolate and parched Beimo was transford instantaneously, blanketed by a sweeping blizzard!
Qian Cong also reacted swiftly, activating the site's defensive Array the mont he sensed soone's presence. He stood vigilantly beside the Daoist Practitioner, eyeing the newcors warily.
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