As the most adept practitioner of Dao arts in the current era, Yun Zhi’s mastery stemmed not only from her extraordinary innate talent but also from her relentless study of classics in the scripture library and comprehension of the myriad Dao arts.0

Logically speaking, even if she hadn’t mastered all the spells in existence, she should have at least heard of them. As she stared in silence at the arm still spinning in the air, she sifted through her memories, yet she couldn’t discern what spell her little junior brother was practicing.0

With a soft sigh, she stepped forward, grabbed Lu Yang’s wrist, and pulled him out of his own palm.0

“Whew…whew…ugh…” Once freed, Lu Yang staggered unsteadily. People blurred into double images, the world seemed to be spinning around him, and his thoughts were reduced to a muddled mess. Barely able to stay on his feet,...0