"If you hit me, I'll hit your grandson."
Yu Sheng, who had been gazing into the distance, suddenly turned back and looked earnestly at Sun Yingxiong, without the slightest hint of a joke.
"That's slander!"
"Who am I?"
"The grand pavilion master of the Ink Pavilion, one of the Ten Elders, a pillar of the Human Race!"
"How could I possibly do something like throwing a sack over someone and ambushing them!"
Sun Yingxiong's expression turned solemn as he spoke earnestly.
He became stern and unsmiling again.
"So this is... Heart Training..."
Mu Yu's face was somewhat pale, but his gaze had become exceptionally resolute as he emerged from the mist.
He barely managed to stand on the low hill, panting heavily.
Less than a few seconds after he passed...
"I've got money!"
"So what if I can't fight? I'll fucking bury you in money!"
Sun Wen's cursing rang out as scene after scene shattered behind him.
The others watched him in silence.
At present, however, the view was something like a one-way window. Those on the hilltop could see him, but he couldn't make out the people on the hilltop.
And so, what happened next brought strange expressions to everyone's faces.
Although he had clearly broken through that line of defense within his heart, Sun Wen showed no intention of coming out just yet.
Instead, he took out a small mirror and fussed with his hair.
He cleared his throat.
He slipped both hands into his pockets.
"This Heart-Training Path is nothing special."
"I, Sun Wen, have been here..."
With a soft chuckle, Sun Wen walked elegantly out of the mist, like a mighty figure standing at the pinnacle of the world, aloof and lonely, with just the right trace of compassion for all living things between his