The starlight, like tiny snowflakes, swept past in an instant, extinguishing the blue, bizarre flame without leaving a trace.
However, He Qing was not the least bit negligent. Though the move seemed effortless, it actually consumed a great deal of her spiritual power. No matter her innate talent and the teachings from Long Weiyi, her age was still a factor. In truth, she might not even match up to a fraction of Old General Lin's experience.
She stabilized her stance, deciding against preparing any weapons in her hands. The competition between members of the Mystical Sect was never about winning through weapons! Not to mention, the spiritual power that emanated from both of them prevented any ordinary sword from getting close.