Han Sen continued to grip the handle of the knife as he knelt, motionless. He was frozen; controlling the knife silk took every ounce of his concentration.
If he did not focus on the knife silks, they would hit the mountain instead of traveling the thousands of meters he needed them to.
Han Sen's refusal to move made people rather confused, though. The Sky Palace leader eventually seemed to notice something, and his eyes went a little wide. "What is that kid doing?"
Many of the Sky Palace students wanted to know the same thing. They fervently discussed his behavior between themselves.
"This cannot be over, surely. He only left one mark?"
"I thought this would be exciting, but he just left behind a single mark. What profound meaning will that have? Why didn't he choose to draw something instead?"
"Yeah! I've been waiting for this for so long!"
