"Why not stay above the clouds?"
Xu Yinglian transmitted her voice through secret communication, asking curiously.
"A tall tree attracts the wind." Qiu Changtian answered concisely, "We're surrounded and at risk of being besieged."
"So what?" Xu Yinglian asked in confusion, "I can fight ten cultivators of the same rank with ease."
The implication being, even if hundreds or thousands of cultivators gather, would they really be your match, Senior Brother?
Qiu Changtian shook his head without speaking.
Indeed, with his current cultivation realm far surpassing that of his peers, no matter how many came, he could defeat them all.
But what if An Zhisu came?
Above the clouds, on the sea, or under the sea—of these three places, given An Zhisu's disposition, she would undoubtedly choose above the clouds for a chaotic slaughter.
And if he were to encounter Senior Sister An then, should he strike her down with one sword, or what?
