The night sky remained unchanged, the bright moon hung high.
The sounds of wind and thunder had gradually faded away, the violent gusts and muffled booms all dissipated.
Atop the Middle Finger Peak of the Five Finger Mountain, Jiang Li and Hui Lun faced each other from a distance, both silent, as if lost in quiet contemplation.
Suddenly, Hui Lun, seated atop the White Dragon, covered his right knee with his right hand, fingers pointing downward, as though he intended to touch the ground through the air.
At the same time, a radiant light of Perfection manifested around his body, unblemished, while ghostly shadows seemed to lurk around him, howling gales swirling, faintly shaping into terrible forms of Ghosts and Demons.
"Demon-suppressing Seal."