Guanyin looked at Qing Wei's female crown and Lin Lingsu among others, "And you?"
The flying sword unsheathed, the male sword immortal of Qingcheng Sect declared, "My fate is in my own hands, not in heaven!"
He was alone, the female sword immortal had died.
With a clap of her hands, Lin Lingsu summoned thunder and lightning, "Thousands of miles of yellow sand see no monk, gales and heavy rains obscure the scholar. The three teachings originally regard the Dao as supreme; how can they sit equally on par!"
"Bodhisattva," the woman of Qing Wei bowed, "The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is weakening day by day, it's no longer enough to sustain us immortals, please grant us a way to live."
Compared to the immortals who only live for three thousand years and have slow qi transformation speed, Guanyin could almost inhale and exhale a third of the Earth's spiritual energy— the Earth of the Song Dynasty.
