Lu Qingshan nodded to Li Zhao to express his gratitude.
Li Zhao gave a slight smile, and his entire form turned into smoke, slowly dissipating.
Glancing at the mountain path that still had no visible end, Lu Qingshan fell silent, took a step forward, and continued on.
As expected, a rumbling noise came through his consciousness once again.
Immediately, everything started spinning around him.
Before his consciousness went completely blank.
What would this trial be like this time?
That's what Lu Qingshan wondered.
...
Atop the summit.
Li Zhao's figure appeared beside the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"Prison Master, Sir," Li Zhao said respectfully to the Confucian scholar.
The Netherworld Prison Master nodded slightly, his gaze distant as he watched Lu Qingshan, still making his way up the mountain path, and then suddenly asked, "Do you think he can pass through Yan Qingfeng's Sword Heart Challenge?"
"He will," Li Zhao said confidently.
