"It's done!" Fang Lin opened his eyes, a hint of joy in his gaze, for the martial arts originating from the Supreme Saint Hall had been thoroughly suppressed within it.
At the same time, Long Zhiming's eyes suddenly snapped open, his gaze carrying a trace of gloom, and there was a faint hint of anger visible.
Long Zhiming, who always kept his emotions hidden, showed some signs of losing composure as waves of rage surged in his heart.
"I've failed," Long Zhiming thought angrily, the martial arts that had seemed within his grasp had vanished for some unknown reason.
This infuriated Long Zhiming, as the mysterious martial arts he had almost comprehended, and was seemingly at his fingertips, had inexplicably disappeared.
At this moment, some fragmentary memories of that mysterious martial arts still lingered in Long Zhiming's mind, but they were useless, the crucial essence had not been acquired by Long Zhiming.
