The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
"Oh?"
Lu Ye's expression showed a hint of surprise, seemingly not expecting that his single strike hadn't killed the spectral cultivator, but after getting a clear view of his aged appearance, he realized this must be the so-called seasoned Level 9.
Indeed, his reputation was well-deserved; an ordinary Level 9 would not have been able to withstand his fully-powered strike. These long-lived seasoned Level 9s certainly had some skills.
For some reason, there were intense fluctuations of spiritual energy behind the spectral cultivator, followed by a dazzling rope descending from the sky. It was Yiyi, hidden in the darkness, casting the Spirit-Binding Lock at the old spectral cultivator. This technique wasn't taught by the sect master. When the sect master was teaching Yiyi, she hadn't been able to grasp such an advanced technique.