After a brief daze, Lingxu Taoist gradually returned to his senses, and a thick smirk instantly appeared on his previously rigid face.
He slightly tilted his head and let out a cold snort, his voice filled with undisguised skepticism and contempt: "Humph, young friend, don't spew nonsense and boast recklessly here."
"You're merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage; how could you possess such astonishing power to write the words 'Mystic Spirit Pavilion' imbued with mystical Daoist charm that could help me break through in my realm?"
Lingxu Taoist spoke as he shook his head slowly, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.
He took a step forward, his Daoist robe gently swaying, continuing, "The power emitted by those three words is absolutely beyond the reach of someone like you."
