Time trickled by, and seven days later…
The old man had yet to walk out of his house, and the courtyard lost its usual lively atmosphere. Only the sound of Su Ming cutting wood still echoed in the air every day.
He would occasionally turn his head to look at the house with a hint of worry on his face. Tian Xiu Luo's arrival and departure as well his words might not have had a great effect on Su Ming, but clearly, the old man felt oppressed in a manner that Su Ming could not understand.
That oppression did not concern life or death. It was a persistence towards Dao, or rather… it was an unseen battle of Arts, one between the three ninth level Dao Gods of Ancient Zang.
