One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four steps.
He suddenly stopped, a look of astonishment on his face:
"No soul?"
"No—"
In an instant.
Old John started forming a technique.
"Get lost!"
He roared.
In a flash.
Everything in the room vanished.
There was no corpse of Shen Ye, nor was there the motionless Kaylon.
—Both of them were gone.
Old John stood still, then suddenly laughed and said:
"Good trick, but unfortunately, I've sealed the whole world from the start. You can't get out."
Ripples appeared in the void.
Shen Ye stepped out, coughed lightly, then spread his hands with a smile:
"You let off steam just now, now let's shake hands and make peace."
"When did you draw your saber?" Old John asked.
"I don't believe you haven't realized it by now," Shen Ye replied.
Old John recalled:
"...When you said 'I have good news,' you had drawn your saber halfway out of the sheath. You had already drawn it then."
"Good eye." Shen Ye applauded.
