"..."
The Bronze Ge hanging above the nine heavens withdrew its crushing aura like a receding tide.
The tense atmosphere that had seemed capable of freezing heaven and earth instantly melted away. Second Son Sword, Sleeping Bamboo Empress, and Lai Hantian, the three Heavenly Sects, immediately felt the pressure plummet, and even their breathing became easier.
What was going on? Was North-Zhen North-Ge leaving?
This was an unexpected delight. They had thought a conflict that would shake the world was about to erupt, yet it had ended silently.
There had not even been any need for Tiannan Yi Jian to return. The matter had been resolved.
Second Son Sword was bewildered. What was this? North-Zhen North-Ge had come all the way to the capital, said nothing, rescued someone, and left? Could it be that he had merely wandered too far while out for a stroll, going from north to south?
A sudden chill ran down his back, and only then did he realize that cold sweat covered his body.
Under that immense pressure, he had felt nothing. Now that he had relaxed, all his tension turned into cold sweat seeping from his skin.
Ever since becoming a Heavenly Sect, he had never been in such a sorry state.
Only now did he recall his master's teachings: stepping into the Heavenly Sect realm meant nothing. The gap within the Heavenly Sect realm was enormous. When he encountered a truly formidable opponent, he would understand what "the strength of a speck of dust" meant.
That was right. North-Zhen North-Ge had made him truly realize that even though they were both Heavenly Sects, he was nowhere near a match for the other man.
The two great Heavenly Sects of north and south had stood shoulder to shoulder in fame for many years. That