Before his eyes lay a dense forest, intermittently resounding with the roaring of beasts.
Han Ye, donned in a blue outfit, had his flying sword suspended in mid-air. He extended his spiritual sense to see if there were any disciples who had given up their trials midway.
Albeit the Purple Bamboo Forest was gone, the stage of battling exotic beasts in the forest was still ongoing.
The attendees could choose to form a team or go solo — this test was designed to assess their inner character.
"I give up!"
A panicked voice echoed from the woods. At this moment, Han Ye knew it was time for him to step in as saving these ordinary people was his responsibility after all.
"Whoosh!"
Just then, the sound of a flying sword cutting through the air could be heard, the blade shooting across like a comet, parallel to the ground.
Han Ye arrived, swift as lightning.
