Sure, the steps had an incredible incline, yet walking up them didn't cause any trouble?
Though only Miranda had spoken, she'd voiced what the vast majority of viewers were thinking.
More than one person had even covered their wounds without realizing it, still reeling from shock.
Every smear of blood brought back the pain of being pierced through the weakest parts of their bodies.
The sensation had been so unforgettable that even though the figure ascending the long staircase was completely unharmed, each step he took still made the wounds beneath their hands ache faintly.
But after Miranda cried out, that feeling eased somewhat.
The psychological effect was subtle, but the key factor was that the mysterious figure neither answered nor stopped walking.
His dismissive attitude made the group instinctively reconsider the thought that had first occurred to them, and they really did spot its absurdity—if the rules didn't apply, where had his wounds come from?
The instant they realized this, nearly everyone seemed to hear their own heart pounding—
That man had said he knew a way out of this predicament...
And now he really was leaving...
And demonstrating how?
As another interpretation of Fu Qian's actions dawned on them, the group's eyes widened. They didn't want to miss a single moment of his ascent.
"Hardship is but an illusion in the mind; the smooth road lies beneath your feet."
At almost the same moment, the figure continuing to climb finally turned to glance at them and spoke in the same gentle tone as before.
An illusion. Beneath your feet?
A true master never needed a long explanation.
Without another word, Fu Qian turned back and continued climbing, ignoring this bunch of dullards.
And in what seemed slow but was actually swift, his silhouette amid the cascade of