Inside the circular hall.
The light emanating from the small figures on the murals slowly dimmed.
Only then did the gathered prodigies seem to awaken as if from a long dream.
They looked toward the direction where Jiang Che had disappeared, their eyes filled with an indescribably complex mix of emotions.
"He... he really... just passed like that?" Shen Mingxuan of the Taiyuan Sect murmured to himself, the disdain on his face long since replaced by profound shock.
Fang Muye's face was ashen. He simply couldn't understand. 'How could Jiang Che comprehend something so well when I can't make heads or tails of it?!'
As everyone's minds reeled, a figure as straight and imposing as a spear slowly walked to the center of the hall.
It was Qin Wuya!
He didn't immediately step onto the circular platform. Instead, he raised his head and took a long, deep look at the spot where Jiang Che had vanished.
