Yu Ci felt that the mind of this fellow Zhao Ziyue definitely worked in ways ordinary people could not fathom. "A bath? What does that mean?"
Yet soon enough he understood. In the quiet chamber, spiritual light surged like water around Zhao Ziyue, washing over his entire body down to his clothes. The hue of the spiritual light shifted many times during the process, looking extremely uncanny.
This was to scour away any spells or curses that might be lurking upon his person—the fellow's mind was indeed clear after all, knowing to immediately look for the root cause upon himself. However, the unique nature of the Divine Intent Astral Ray destined him to gain nothing.
After a bout of exertion, Zhao Ziyue temporarily quieted down. He sat in the center of the quiet chamber, seemingly waiting for something.
He waited, and Yu Ci waited as well; today, he was determined to lock horns with Zhao Ziyue to the end.
Finally, news came from outside: True Man Guangwei and his companion had left Fengdu City. Because True Man Guangwei was a Longevity True Man renowned across the realm, none dared approach closely, and thus the exact whereabouts of the other person remained unknown, nor did anyone know where the two had gone.
Hearing this news, it was impossible to tell whether Zhao Ziyue was pleased or angered, but Yu Ci let out a long breath.
Inside the quiet chamber, Zhao Ziyue contemplated once more for a moment before suddenly slashing open his wrist, letting blood flow out. The fresh blood seemed imbued with spirit, or perhaps guided by some force. After dripping onto the ground, its remaining momentum unspent, it dragged out fine lines that spread all the way to the four walls and even the ceiling, forming twisted patterns resembling