Chu Mu could barely breathe.
What had he seen? Superpowers? Magic? Spells?
In that instant, countless thoughts surged through Chu Mu's mind.
Yet the scene before him, so far beyond Chu Mu's understanding, continued to unfold one astonishing moment after another.
When his strike failed to accomplish anything, the White-Robed Man was clearly surprised as well. But immediately afterward, his eyes brightened, and when he looked at the youth, there was unmistakable delight at this unexpected discovery.
"Rise!"
The White-Robed Man raised his hand and waved. The sword hanging at his waist immediately sprang from its sheath, becoming a streak of fleeting light that shot toward the youth in the blink of an eye.
Standing atop the roof ridge, with golden light and runes swirling around his entire body, the youth saw the Flying Sword coming at him but showed no intention of fighting back. He leaped down from the roof ridge and vanished without a trace.
The Flying Sword continued its furious pursuit. With a light tap of his toes, the White-Robed Man rose into the air like an immortal flying through the heavens. Defying all reason, he stepped through empty space and chased after the fleeing youth.
In that same blink of an eye, both vanished from Chu Mu's sight.
The courtyard once again became empty and still.
If not for the shattered hole in the roof proving that the fantastical scene had truly happened, Chu Mu might even have thought he had hallucinated. "Grievance Soul... Fireball... Flying Sword... Runes..."
Scene after scene that exceeded his understanding flashed through Chu Mu's mind. His eyes grew brighter and brighter, while an indescribable agitation churned within his heart.
The existence of the Grievance Soul had confirmed for him that an even higher, mysterious, transcendent realm existed.
But those scenes that