"Reward?" Gu Yang had no idea what reward awaited him.
But as soon as Qin Wujiu finished speaking, he set Gu Yang down on the ground and drifted away, with no intention of explaining anything.
Setting the matter aside for now, Gu Yang looked at the empty streets around him and found himself somewhat lost.
Should he go home, or return to the Martial Academy first?
After traveling six thousand li there and back, on top of a fierce battle, dawn had yet to break.
His family should still be sound asleep. If he went back now, he would surely wake them. After considering it, Gu Yang decided to spend the night at the Martial Academy instead.
However, just as he took a step forward, his pupils abruptly contracted, and he stopped in his tracks.
At that moment, a flash of black light suddenly lit up in his mind, and a black statue appeared out of thin air within his consciousness.
At the same time, a voice he could not understand yet somehow grasped the meaning of echoed through the void.
"Young one, I am the great Lord of Black Nightmare. Chant my name, and I shall grant you eternal life and bestow endless power upon you!"
Gu Yang: "..."
"Chant my name, grant you eternal life..."
He was far too familiar with this pitch-black statue.
In the vision he had seen earlier, the black-robed old man had been praying before this very statue.
So after Qin Wujiu killed that black-robed old man, the statue had come looking for him?
Qin Wujiu had just proven to him how terrifying Martial Path cultivation could become at its peak. How confident was the statue's owner to think Gu Yang would abandon the broad road to glory and walk this crooked, heretical path