Temporary Mission

Someone came out!

A startled cry from nowhere, like a stone cast into a still lake, instantly sent ripples through the plaza. At almost the same moment, everyone's gaze turned toward the enormous scroll floating in midair.

The surface of the scroll shimmered and flowed like rippling water. A youth who appeared to be under twenty shot out from the curtain of light, then landed steadily on the ground.

The entire process had taken no more than ten breaths.

"Th-this... who is that? He emerged from the Illusionary Heart Scroll in under ten breaths? Could something be wrong with the scroll?" A middle-aged man in a blue-gray Daoist robe could not help blurting out in shock, his eyes wide.

A fellow disciple beside him hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and whispered urgently, "Shh! Do you have a death wish? How dare you question the Nine Yang Sect's treasured artifact! Look carefully. Only that person came out; everyone else is still trapped inside the scroll! How could the scroll possibly malfunction for him alone?"

Hearing this, everyone focused their senses on the scroll. Sure enough, its spiritual energy flowed steadily and smoothly, without the slightest abnormality.

As a result, even more gazes filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and disbelief focused on the slightly plump youth who had just landed.

"Judging by his clothes... he seems to be a disciple of the Vajra Sect, some third-rate sect from a remote place. Strange. When did such a small sect produce someone like this? Could he be carrying some rare treasure that conceals his aura and can even interfere with the Illusionary Heart formation?" people whispered among themselves.

At this moment, Zhang Tie had undoubtedly become the center of the entire plaza.

Hundreds of gazes, open and covert, swept over him, trying to find something