The thunder outside the hall was torn apart.
Xu Wuji and his companions had already stepped onto the hall's stone stairs.
Below the steps, Yuan Shujian of Mount Fangcun knitted his brows, his heart burning with anxiety.
Junior Brother Zhou was in danger now!
Inside Tranquil Heart Temple, before everyone's eyes, lay a copy of the Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra—a secret art even Supreme Grandmasters coveted...
Yuan Shujian could not help asking himself: After the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, could Junior Brother Zhou still return to Mount Fangcun?
Beside him, Fu Dongcheng also looked toward the hall doors, his gaze grave.
Ever since Zhou Jing had entered Mount Fangcun, he had stirred up storms.
And now, facing prodigies of the age like Tian Jingxu and Xu Wuji—
He feared Zhou Jing would lose his life today!
At the thought, Fu Dongcheng could not help feeling sorry for him.
Given the talent Zhou Jing had shown, if he could leave the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury safely, Mount Fangcun would surely regard him as a pillar of the sect and devote all its resources to nurturing him.
Yet some treasures in this world were simply not a blessing one could bear.
Some opportunities, once touched, brought death upon their seeker.
In stark contrast to that regret, the three from Cloud-Reaching Peak could scarcely conceal the pleasure on their faces.
Since Zhou Jing had arrived, he had stolen the limelight and swaggered about. When had he ever shown Cloud-Reaching Peak any regard?
Now that he faced death and the end of his path, they saw it as nothing but the bitter fruit of his own actions—heaven's just retribution.
The remaining disciples of Mount Fangcun, including Ziwei, grew ever more curious about Zhou Jing.
They had never imagined Mount Fangcun concealed such an unfathomable figure.
But