At this moment, the white-robed youth plucked the strings again. Endless notes drifted through the air, and in an instant, scene after scene appeared before everyone's eyes.
They saw a white-clothed youth riding a sword through the air, shooting into the distance like lightning. He was so fast that no one could catch his trail.
In another direction, a blue-robed woman wielding a spear pursued him. The distance between them had narrowed considerably, but there was still some way to go.
"What exquisite artifact-control technique!" the white-robed youth praised. Holding the guqin, he plucked its strings with both hands, and melodious music immediately rang out, like heavenly music that refreshed the spirit.
Figures gathered from all around, their gazes turning toward the white-robed youth with puzzled expressions.
They sensed many powerful auras in that area, as if an intense battle had taken place. There was even music—someone seemed to be playing a tune there. What did that mean?
"Could a treasure have appeared?"
Everyone secretly wondered, unconsciously quickening their pace as they rushed over, eager to investigate.
Before long, they arrived in that area one after another. Looking into the distance, they saw an incomparably graceful figure in white standing proudly in the air, his entire body exuding an extraordinary, otherworldly aura that inspired awe.
Beside him, a gray-clothed figure sat cross-legged atop a large boulder, resting his chin in his hands as though immersed in some state of contemplation.
"It's him!" Many people's hearts jolted violently, and shock flashed across their faces.
The earlier battle had long since ended, yet they had not left. They remained where they were, observing everything without missing a single detail.
In their view, that white-robed figure was clearly the White-robed Man who had led them through the passage to the ancient ruins earlier.