The wooden door opened, and Jing Jiu walked out.
Hearing the coughing from inside, the boy was utterly shocked. He sprang up and ran in.
Coughs echoed through the quiet room. The ink characters had not filled the white paper spread across the desk, but blood already speckled it, looking like plum blossoms.
Heaven Near Person's face was pale, and he looked to be in exceptional pain.
The boy's face turned pale. "Sir! Sir! What happened?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Heaven Near Person ignored him. He stared in the direction Jing Jiu had left, gasping incessantly, his pupil-less eyes looking like those of a dead fish.
"Such bright silver light... all of it silver light... who exactly are you?"
It was the first time the boy had seen such bewilderment on his master's face. Frightened, he asked, "Sir, should we leave?"
After a while, Heaven Near Person finally calmed down and shook his head with some difficulty.
Jing Jiu had seen through his attack, and the Green Mountain Sect might respond afterward.
For certain reasons, this did not worry him. He was merely shocked by how Jing Jiu had detected his attack and how he had broken it.
Just as Heaven Near Person had said, Jing Jiu had only cultivated for a short time, and an enormous gap lay between their cultivation realms.
Had Heaven Near Person not been thinking of silently implanting fragments of Divine Sense, but instead used his cultivation directly, he could easily have crushed Jing Jiu.
But using mental power against Jing Jiu was asking for a rebuff; it could even be called courting death.
Across the Chaotian Continent, his mental power far surpassed that of the vast majority of powerful cultivators and could be called unfathomable, yet he still could not possibly