The black-clad man's vision shattered before him, and as he quickly assessed his surroundings, he found himself no longer in that room, nor in any familiar corner.
This was a very unfamiliar mountain.
Before the mountain stood the man who could touch him earlier, the transcendent and mysterious Qi mechanism now hidden, vanished, appearing just like any ordinary man. He wore gray clothes, tall and burly, muscles straining his attire, yet his inherent gentleness made one overlook the overwhelming sense of power.
"Amitabha."
The monk raised his hand to chant a Buddhist name, his expression calm.
Though faced with this change, the black-clad man didn't care about his predicament, surveying the surroundings, as if he had realized something, smiled knowingly and said: "So you are a figure in hidden cultivation."
"Is that young man outside your disciple?"
"Quite impressive."
"You are also quite impressive, able to touch me. Your realm is high, isn't it? How high?"
