Time slowly trickled away. When a dozen something breaths went by, not a single reply could be heard from the crack besides the ever present powerful presence coming from within. This made Mo Luo momentarily stunned. He trembled and spoke anxiously.
"Sir Mo Que, please attack!"
Su Ming stood there and looked at Mo Luo. Besides his blood lust and aloofness, others could not see any other emotion on his person because of the helmet.
"Attack, my foot!"
After some time, in the midst of Mo Luo’s anxiety, a furious roar suddenly came from inside the crack. That roar rumbled in the air and sounded like thunderclaps in the sky.
"This is my isolation grounds. How dare you interrupt my training. If it wasn’t because you’ve been making offerings to me, I would have killed you!
"Since this is your first offense, I will spare you! Get lost!"
