As the scroll was unfurled, Qingyun, far away in Azure Sky Palace, noticed it as well. A bowl of water before him trembled incessantly, ripples spreading across its surface. Sensing something, Qingyun hurriedly formed several hand seals.
Beside the large bowl stood a bronze mirror. After Qingyun formed a series of hand seals, it slowly began to emit a blue radiance. Ripples spread across the mirror's surface as well, and it gradually became transparent. An image appeared within it—the scene of Huo Hai fighting the captain of his third squad.
"Hmph, I never expected that brat's strength to have grown to such a degree. Who knows what method he used? But after using those methods, that brat is crippled for life." Qingyun's face was full of disdain for Huo Hai.
Then Qingyun frowned. "Could it be that the culprit behind this is planning to abandon that brat? Does the brat not know, or has someone tampered with him? If it is the latter, that will be troublesome."
What troubled Qingyun most now was not whether he could capture Huo Hai. In his view, so long as Huo Hai had not reached the Spirit Saint Realm, there was no chance of escaping his three squads. Even the experts specially nurtured within the sect could not contend against a single squad before reaching the Spirit Saint Realm. Yet the strength Huo Hai had displayed now had already far exceeded his expectations.
To contend against a peak Twelfth Heaven death warrior with the strength of the Eleventh Heaven—even Qingyun was greatly shocked by such combat power. If Huo Hai had possessed such strength back then, Qingfeng really might have died by his hand.
Unfortunately, no matter how Qingyun looked at it, Huo Hai had not possessed that kind of strength at the time.