"Yes, Master."
Han Sheng retreated respectfully to the door, then turned and tiptoed his way out of the palace, careful not to make a single sound.
After a few moments,
Han Sheng stopped, turning his head to cast a complex gaze back at the majestic and splendid Qingjing Palace.
A sense of poignant loss spontaneously arose in his heart.
Unconsciously, the Master had completely surpassed him in strength.
Regarding this, Han Sheng had actually anticipated it, but he had not expected this moment to come so soon.
To think that he had only followed the Master for a few years.
...
...
Roar—
A mournful roar echoed in all directions, the sound waves distorting the air into a series of transparent ripples that rolled swiftly around.
Suddenly,
a streak of azure Sword Intent flashed by.
The deafening roar abruptly ceased to exist.
The next moment,
the sound waves, the land, the primeval forest, the ancient beast... everything before Zhang Jing began to slowly part to each side.
