As the thought passed through his mind, Fang Jianxing's expression lit up with joy, and the aching tooth at the corner of his mouth ceased hurting.
His figure, like the Arhat, tended towards the ethereal, as he raised his limbs to observe, akin to particles of light scattering and disappearing.
Without the mana from the Arhat to support it, the Dharma Realm could no longer hold, shattering like layers of a mirror before him.
"Out!"
Fang Jianxing was overjoyed.
As light flashed once more before his eyes, he barely had time to breathe; with one hand, he summoned the flag, and his feet rushed out as if greased.
Black smoke burst and dispersed, on the verge of vanishing entirely.
...
Outside the fiery light, the four watched Fang Jianxing scamper about like a trapped mouse, bumping into everything.
The Grandmaster of Martial Arts University stood with arms crossed, a teasing smile on his face.
