Qin Yang wanted to catch a ride. The World of the Dead had never given him such treatment before, but it had given it to the Feng Shui Master. Surely he could hitch a ride.
Yet the rainbow bridge was intangible and formless. Qin Yang could not even touch it and could only watch helplessly as the automatic rainbow bridge carried the Feng Shui Master across the Sea Waterfall and into the Bitter Sea.
After reaching the Bitter Sea, the rainbow bridge still did not vanish. It bypassed the ferryman and sent the Feng Shui Master straight to shore.
Only then did all the strange phenomena completely fade away.
Qin Yang had finally seen one of the Twelve Masters who was lively and kicking, someone who seemed relatively normal. How could he let him run away?
There was no need to mention the Puppet Master. Everyone understood.
There was no need to mention the Dream Master either. Those who understood, understood.
The Shepherd Master always felt strange. He looked normal at first glance, but he was not actually a normal person.
As for the rest, they seemed thoroughly dead and had yet to appear in the World of the Dead.
The Feng Shui Master, on the other hand, had always seemed rather bad-tempered. Now Qin Yang finally understood why.
This man had labored with painstaking care, sitting in desolation for who knew how many years just to accomplish one thing. He truly had no time to pay attention to others. The fact that he had not cursed people to death outright already meant his temperament was not excessively strange.
Most importantly, one of the Twelve Masters had finally emerged as a relatively normal great figure, one who better matched the legendary image.
The sort of lofty expert who endured humiliation