Within a few breaths, the gray faded away, and sunlight poured down once more.
Ha Luosa's figure vanished completely along with the last wisp of gray, as though he had never appeared at all.
Though the formidable enemy had retreated, Yun Ming did not leave immediately.
He put away the Sky-Propping Divine Spear, flashed forward, and arrived before Zhen Hua and Wang Chuan.
His gaze first fell upon Wang Chuan, lingering especially on the four black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings beneath Wang Chuan's feet. Undisguised surprise and admiration flashed through his eyes.
"Good kid!"
Yun Ming's voice carried a distinctive magnetism, and an appreciative smile appeared on his face.
"You're built like a brick wall!"
"Ten and a half years old, a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, and every ring is ten thousand years old..."
"Tsk, tsk. You can even withstand the backlash of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings with ease. Such a solid foundation is truly rare."
"Not bad. Very good!"
He patted Wang Chuan on the shoulder, his tone filled with expectation.
"I'll be waiting for you at Shrek Academy."
"I hope that before long..."
"I'll see you on Sea God Island."
With that, he gave Zhen Hua a slight nod.
His gaze seemed to sweep, swift and almost imperceptibly, over Leng Yaozhu, who hovered silently in the distance with a complicated expression, before moving on without pause.
A flash of golden light later, the Sky-Prop Douluo had vanished beyond the horizon. He had come suddenly and left with effortless grace, truly like a divine dragon whose head could be seen but whose tail could not.
From beginning to end, Yun Ming had not exchanged a word with Leng Yaozhu, nor had they even met each other's eyes.
Leng Yaozhu stared blankly in the direction Yun Ming had disappeared for a moment.
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