The voice reverberated around the bone-crushing mountain thrice before completely dying out.
"He is gone." Iwan mumbled as the pressure of being seen by someone divine had also faded.
Iwan stood there with a baffled look. For once, he wanted to cry out his heart in excitement.
'I had gained a sea of internal energy and easily broke through eight stages.' Iwan mumbled while staring at the sky with a blank look.
For someone like Iwan, that alone was the ultimate achievement he could hope for in a few days.
"But, that wasn't the end, it seems." Iwan's lips twitched as though they were uncontrollably twerking on his mouth. It was all because of the golden scroll next to him.
Iwan grabbed the scroll and grinned at it. His eyes were shaking, his hands were sweating, and his hair could be seen swaying with the wind like pine trees.
