Chu Mu gazed in the direction of the Spatial Rift, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable.
After a moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky. That day, a palm had appeared, blocking the hundred-zhang Ancient Halberd for him, saving him from certain death...
His motive was still unknown.
But based on the feeling of near-total control he'd experienced while refining the Heart of the Demon Realm...
He knew that every word he spoke and every move he made in this Secret Realm was undoubtedly under the Master of the Secret Realm's watch, if the Master so wished.
This held true whether it was when he first entered the Secret Realm or now as he roamed about undetected.
In any case, at least for now, that mysterious man in the Dragon Robe seemed to bear him no ill will.
Chu Mu scanned the now-quiet sea of magma and fire around him. After a moment of contemplation, he leaped, and a fiery red glint of his blade flashed before he once again vanished into the sky.
