The back hall of the temple became quiet.
After a long time, accompanied by the cold wind blowing in from the open door, the mages lying on the ground shivered.
It was then that a younger mage mustered the courage to ask the older mage, the one with the most tributes, "Mage Tap... did you see it?"
"I saw it, he just disappeared right in front of our eyes!"
"This can't be some sort of mechanism, after all, we've personally walked and observed every inch of this temple."
"I've kissed every piece of the floor in this back hall."
The old mage known as Mage Tap had a solemn expression, with eyes that seemed to shine even in the night, as he looked toward where President Huang had disappeared and said earnestly,
"This is a display of true mysterious power right before our eyes."
"These Eastern people, they possess the real mystical inheritance!"
"I used to be half skeptical, but now... I will not hesitate any longer."
