Faced with Hong Yi's palm strike, Gu An was indifferent, and just as Hong Yi struck, her expression changed, for her palm stopped before Gu An, unable to advance.
Her palm was less than ten centimeters from Gu An's chest, yet this short distance felt immovable to her.
Hong Yi withdrew her palm and looked at her own hand, then at Gu An, a puzzled expression crossing her face.
"Is this a divine skill? But why do I not sense your mana?" Hong Yi asked.
Having followed Gu An in cultivation for a million years, she had mastered many divine skills, but this was her first time confronting Gu An directly, having never even sparred before.
Gu An smiled, "Your perception is quite good indeed, but this is not a divine skill. It is a kind of Daoist momentum, and once your realm is high enough, you can cultivate such momentum."
