Divine Skill (4)
A pair of a man and a woman each held a petal-shaped iron plate.
Holding the extraordinary dark iron pieces between their fingers, they adjusted their postures here and there.
Every time their stances changed, the energy waves of their entire bodies surged.
"How about this?"
"No, a little lower. To the right."
"Is that so? It's slightly tilted. To make the trajectory pierce downward, consider the subsequent launch..."
Their delicate features had many similarities.
Their bodies were the same.
Though quite small, they had a nimble physique that matched the light green silk robes they wore.
The siblings seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their discussion on the art of hidden weapons.
In the distance, an emaciated old man watched them with a satisfied smile.
Draped in a dazzling golden robe, he resembled an ancient tree.
He was Tang Taedok, the Supreme Elder of the Sichuan Tang Clan, also known as the Grand Elder.
"Talented Immortals. Truly talented."
The siblings, who had skipped a generation, had their talents brilliantly completed.
Tang Taedok thought that they were incomparable to his son, who had severed ties with the family.
The transaction was successful.
Indeed, the Blood Flame Sect Leader spared no support.