He waved his hand, drawing seven bizarre characters in the void. To the common Martial Artist, these characters held no particular significance. However, Jin Jian, who had been paying close attention to Zheng Ming, displayed a noticeable reaction.
On his face, which resembled old tree bark, an expression known as excitement emerged. He watched Zheng Ming intently as if he were beholding the world's most precious treasure.
As Zheng Ming traced those characters, a small hill originally over thirty feet tall began to emit a faint ghostly glow. With the flicker of this glow, the hill started to shrink.
In the blink of an eye, the small hill returned to the size it was when Jin Jian first brought it out and gently landed in Zheng Ming's hands.
What's happening? Why did the small hill used by the Tianluo Sect to test Zheng Ming end up in his hands?
What's going on here!
Jiang Yuan, Xiao Wuhui, and others cast their skeptical gazes onto Zheng Ming and the small hill now in his palms.
