"Teacher Sun, what's that?" The young disciple asked with a curious glint shining in his eyes. Since the clash had begun, the young disciple paid close attention to Wei Wuyin. After bravely reprimanding his teacher earlier, directly saving his old life that was close to being used as an example of what not to say, the disciple had always watched Wei Wuyin expectantly, quietly rooting for him.
Teacher Sun had crushed his throat as a plea for forgiveness, so he was unable to communicate verbally, and he resorted to close-range spiritual transmissions. "What?" Tracing his mindful and lovely disciple's gaze, his heart instinctively began to pump faster.
Ba-dum! Ba-dum! BA-DUM!!
Within his superior perception, he saw the region that Wei Wuyin existed in transformed into an incomprehensible area of obscurity and truth, as if the terrain itself that was originally void of all energies and essence, only chaos mana, had evolved on a qualitative level.
