Wu Meiying's Pride

Wu Meiying smiled behind her veil as she saw Wu Jian put what she had told him to good use. She had only given him a little hint before leaving, but he had already learned to apply it into a combat situation. He looked a little exhausted, with sweat staining his brow and his shoulders slightly hunched, but she doubted anyone else noticed.

It’s just like him to figure out how to make the best use of his powers after only one explanation.

Using the Dao of Space like that was a lot harder than launching it from a sword or punch. It required more visualization, concentration, and chi to use it the way he was, so of course he’d be tired. He wasn’t even at the Deva Realm and he was already using the Dao of Space like someone from the Perfection Realm. The fact that he could even do it was astounding.

“Well…” Zhou Xie’e leaned back in his chair and smiled pleasantly. “That was quite the fight.”

“You call that a fight?” Zhe Dāozhe scoffed. “I call it a slaughter.”