Xing Fengzi lowered his head, looking at his own unharmed body. He found he was not wounded, nor was he particularly disheveled. It seemed as though the events that had just unfolded were but an illusion.
However, the dust filling the mid-mountain air told him that it was no illusion.
This towering mountain, under the mischief of The Great Revered One's Divine Envoy, had suddenly collapsed.
It had indeed happened for real!
"It was Daoist Fan Wu…" In a daze, Xing Fengzi recalled the moment of the mountain's collapse. He vaguely saw Daoist Fan Wu swing his sword towards a certain direction.
Then, as if in passing, Daoist Fan Wu seemed to have thrown him and the Yun Scholar towards that direction as well.
Xing Fengzi had no idea how Daoist Fan Wu managed to do that.
They were thrown off from such a height.
And neither of them was injured?
