Beneath the vault of heaven, purple thunderclouds churned.
The Bronze Palace stood atop the thunderclouds, suffused with an aura of imperishable eternity.
The Profound Robe Man, his temples streaked with gray, was still squatting before the Bronze Palace.
Before him, a curtain of light flowed, displaying scene after scene of Su Yi being besieged by six Law Enforcers.
Only when he saw Su Yi vanish into thin air did the Profound Robe Man let out a long breath. "I never expected the trump card he possessed to be so powerful..."
The Profound Robe Man fell into thought.
After a while, he suddenly rose to his feet, and in the next instant, vanished without a trace.
Atop a solitary, steep black mountain.
Blood mist pervaded the air.
That bony old man in coarse hemp robes sat cross-legged by the cliff's edge. The scarlet sword case he had carried on his back now lay horizontally before his knees.
His eyes gazed into the distance, his aged face covered in the mottled traces of time.
His brows were tightly furrowed, as though he had encountered an incomprehensible problem.
"Can't figure it out?"
The Profound Robe Man appeared out of nowhere.
"There is no need to figure it out."
The old man's tightly knit brows gradually relaxed. In an indifferent tone, he said, "A Trial Taker who has suffered grievous injuries cannot possibly make it through the Trial Road. That is enough."
The Profound Robe Man gave an oh. "I don't see it that way. In that battle just now, there was no need for him to respond at all. With his strength, he could have headed for the Trial Road at once. But..."
"He did not do so."
"Instead, he chose to stay behind and fight those Law Enforcers. Why was that?"