Wáng Gǒu Shèng kept his head down and tried his best not to notice his Master at all. She walked ahead of him, and the two were headed toward the exit of the cultivation room. They appeared to be moving slowly, but they were, in fact, moving faster than light. The cultivation room was simply too large; if a normal person were to try to leave it by walking to the exit, they would need at least one hundred years. This was also impossible since they would age, and this would reduce their speed from their prime, meaning they would, in fact, end up dead within the room.
As the Sect Mistress moved, the blue dress she wore waved at her back, creating a mesmerizing scene that Wáng Gǒu Shèng tried not to see. Still, hints of blue crossed his eyes every now and then. The two only needed nanoseconds or even less time to leave the cultivation area, but this time was still enough for everything to go to hell.
