Chapter 242
"Oh?" Tuyue's drowsiness vanished on the instant. She straightened, eyes brightening as she studied the transparent currents circling Lin Hui. "You actually blocked that. What is this?"
"A secret art of my own cultivation—Surrounding Wind," Lin Hui said evenly.
Ssst. He drew his longsword.
Mistborn. Since the day he was born into this world, rumors of this singular class of beings had never left his ears. They stood at the absolute peak, looking down on everything beneath them. Everyone else was their instrument. Their plaything.
And now he was about to challenge the apex of that world. The strongest of all Mistborn.
He closed his eyes for a moment and reached out with his mind-spirit toward Tuyue, standing only meters away. She was like a cluster of concentrated sunlight—blazing, blinding, radiating an oppressive weight that raised a prickling numbness across his entire body the instant his awareness drew near.
He opened his eyes.
"Dao Master of the Clear Wind Dao—Lin Hui. Please enlighten me."
"If you can actually injure me," Tuyue smiled, "you'll have earned the right to have me remember your name."