And appear he did, Bei Dongshi rising from the mass in the form of silhouette first, then shaping himself into a flesh and blood body that looked haggard and drained.
His blindfold was still in place, but the way his shoulders dropped made him look less like an unfathomable prodigy and more like a man who had just crawled out of a grave.
A faint tremor ran through his limbs as he steadied himself, almost falling over himself.
'So troublesome…' Bei Dongshi thought silently, lips barely parting as if he had almost spoken aloud.
'Karma is not easy to resolve.'
He could feel it, the sticky, invisible 'weight' still clinging to him, like wet cloth wrapped around the soul.
It had loosened, sure… but it hadn't vanished.
In the stands, the spectators were no longer simply shocked, they were now thoroughly and utterly confused.
"Path Ascender Bei is actually alive…?!"
"How the heck is he alive?!"
"That strike was real!"
"Did the Sect Master interfere?"
