The surrounding dust drifted away like smoke.
The scroll hanging in mid-air quickly turned black, wrinkled, and decayed, but one could still faintly see the words full of hatred left by the White Cloud Loose Man in the blank space of the scroll.
In the blink of an eye, the scroll vanished into smoke and clouds.
Yet, the figure of the Purple Robe Taoist with Green Beard and those double pupils remained etched in Wang Ba's memory, unable to be erased.
It was a kind of heaviness never felt before:
"After all this time... this demon path is still alive..."
"Yes, Senior Jiang Yi suspected he was a Tribulation Crossing practitioner... only a Tribulation Crossing practitioner could possibly live so long..."
Wang Ba stood firmly in the rapidly dissipating house, but his heart could not calm down for a long time.
In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the scene of seeing the Purple-robed Taoist in the Pearl Dungeon of Wanfa Peak earlier.
