His consciousness withdrew from the stone stele.
In other words, he was forced to retreat after he was executed by the white-robed youth.
His consciousness returned to Lin Bai's body and Lin Bai realized that he was soaked in a cold sweat, his eyes filled with terror as they remained fixed on the stone stele.
The sword stroke from the white-robed youth remained vivid in Lin Bai's mind.
"The Gentle Sword is indeed powerful, I didn't even realize how I died, and then I was dead," Lin Bai said, still feeling a chill at the memory.
If Lin Bai had truly engaged in a life or death struggle with the white-robed youth, he would not be completely confident of blocking that sword stroke.
Lin Bai sat cross-legged in front of the stele, his eyes closed again, and began to quickly comprehend the subtlety of the sword stroke in his mind.
Time ticked away.
