"It was that man from just now... wasn't he already dead?!"
At the sight of the burly figure emerging from the pavilion, the cultivators behind Wang Ba were so astonished that their hair stood on end!
Their minds went blank!
Some of the more timid cultivators even instinctively fled.
Only Wang Ba and a handful of cultivators, though trembling inwardly, forced themselves to remain composed and soon noticed something amiss:
"Something's wrong... he doesn't seem to see us!"
The big man hurried cheerfully into the thin mist and soon vanished.
Throughout it all, he had turned a blind eye to everyone right under his nose.
Beside Wang Ba, Yu Wuhen suddenly realized something and exclaimed in surprise:
"It's an afterimage!"
Wang Ba slowly withdrew the gaze he had kept fixed on the big man named Big Yellow and nodded slightly, confirming Yu Wuhen's guess:
"The rules here are peculiar. They seem to have preserved a scene that happened here in the past... let's go take a look."
He had always been cautious, yet in this seemingly perilous place, he had instead stayed at the very front. As he spoke, he had already stepped forward, cautiously leading the way toward the pavilion.
Some of the normally bold cultivators behind him began to hesitate.
But seeing Wang Ba and the people around him all heading over, they hurried to follow.
They were not far from the pavilion. After only a dozen or so steps, Wang Ba finally saw a figure inside.
Thin mist drifted, leaving the figure in the pavilion indistinct.
From his angle, he could see only a white-robed figure seated upright on a stone stool, with his back to him.
Though he knew full well that the person in the pavilion was long gone, and this was merely an afterimage,