"Ow!"
But just as the White-Robed Elder was about to leave, he suddenly stepped on a loose stone and went flying through the air, looking utterly pathetic.
"Pfft!"
At the same time, the square barrier of light vanished in an instant, and Yi Chen appeared in the center of the clearing.
"Phew..."
Seeing the White-Robed Elder tumble so awkwardly, Yi Chen immediately relaxed. He slowly exhaled a stale breath and returned to normal.
After all, he had seen it clearly just now: the man absolutely had the strength to beat him to a pulp.
If he rashly attacked, the man would probably cripple him on the spot.
Meanwhile, he also realized that he had to figure out where he was as soon as possible, and whether he was still on the Douluo Continent.
Although he felt that everything the White-Robed Elder had said was true, the matter of taking him as a disciple seemed rather dubious.
He had, after all, personally seen the man crush a child to death earlier. Under those circumstances, even lying would have been difficult.
Of course, he had not concluded that the White-Robed Elder was someone from the Douluo Continent. It was just that the aura the man gave off truly was somewhat unusual.
"Just you wait! If I really can't get back, I'll settle this score with you!"
After finally spitting out that threat through gritted teeth, Yi Chen slowly left the spot and returned home.
Time passed quickly, and before long, it was late at night.
Yi Chen tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, the scenes from the mountain lingering in his mind.
But even after pondering for ages, he still had no clues or answers. He had not even figured out his own martial soul yet!
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