Storm
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"This isn't too good… right?"
Along the way, Su Zimo asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Beiming Xue said casually, "It's fine. I couldn't stand it any longer and was prepared to return to my cave abode as well."
Pausing for a moment, Beiming Xue continued, "Furthermore, they just don't know the Martial Dao."
Su Zimo smiled and asked, "Are you so sure that you can defeat other Perfected Immortals who have condensed their Dao Fruits after cultivating the Martial Dao?"
"I don't know."
Beiming Xue shook her head gently before looking at Su Zimo with a firm gaze. "However, I believe in you, Master."
In this world, Su Zimo was probably the only person she could trust without holding back.
Su Zimo smiled. "Don't worry, I've already deduced the subsequent Dharmic formulations of the Martial Dao Fate Ring. As long as I impart them to you, you'll definitely be able to break through with your comprehension!"