Master Xuhui gave a calm smile as his golden alms bowl slowly levitated. If he were to bring it crashing down, the grey-robed Taoist’s skull would be pulverized in an instant!
"What kind of technique is this... Could Master Xuhui be a Dan Qi martial artist?" Fang Qingyao stared, stunned.
Although their exchange had been brief, the methods they displayed were striking. What was that golden bowl, and how could it hover in mid-air without falling?
Chapter 22