He stood there calmly.
Watching the illusionary flames before him burn fiercely.
After a hundred breaths, Chen Daoqing broke free from the illusion, dripping with sweat and exhausted, then looked towards Wen Jiu's direction.
"Fellow Daoist Wen has also caught up." Chen Daoqing wiped the sweat from his face and sat down tiredly on the ground.
The pain brought by the illusion just now was too real.
He almost couldn't bear it.
Fortunately.
He endured the hundred breaths.
But as time passed, after resting for a hundred breaths, Chen Daoqing suddenly noticed that Wen Jiu was still silent.
No cries of pain.
Not the slightest change.
"Fellow Daoist Wen's will... is too enduring, isn't it?" Chen Daoqing was a bit surprised, and then a trace of curiosity grew in his heart.
The longer he waited, the more astounded he became.
The longer he waited, the more unbelievable it seemed.
Wen Jiu was still silent.
As if standing there unaffected.
