The warm current released by the Pill had barely circulated halfway through his meridians before it was completely devoured by the emptiness of his depleted blood and qi. Qin He sat cross-legged atop a pile of rubble, his back against a cold broken wall. He appeared to have his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing, but in truth, every nerve in his body was stretched taut as a bowstring.
The aura coming from the direction of Black Stone Estate flickered between bright and dim. Someone was clearly weighing the situation in secret.
Qin He could distinctly feel the scrutiny from those eyes—cold at times, hesitant at others.
"Ha ha ha! Young Friend Mo, that battle just now was marvelous, marvelous!"
The next moment, a figure shot out from the depths of the estate like an arrow loosed from the bow, appearing twenty paces away from Qin He in the blink of an eye.
He wore a loose gray phoenix robe. His hair and brows were entirely white, yet he showed no signs of age. His eyes shone with startling brilliance, though no one knew what kind of eye technique he cultivated.
"Greetings, Blackstone Elder." Qin He remained seated and did not rise.
"Young Friend, your strength is extraordinary. Your arrival in Blackstone Town today has made this humble place shine, made this humble place shine! Speaking of which, your master, Mo Qianyang, and I have met several times. I wonder how your master has been?" Blackstone Elder smiled kindly, but his gaze remained fixed on Qin He as he appraised him.
"Thank you for your concern, Blackstone Elder. My master is very well."
Qin He slowly opened his eyes. Though his voice was somewhat hoarse from exhaustion, his gaze remained sharp as a spear. "Blackstone Elder need not worry.