"He's been dealt with..."
With no time to spare for anything else, Hu Ma's saber strike had cleaved through Old Master Yan—or rather, it had merely severed that wisp of evil energy, that phantom image. He then swiftly looked ahead.
He saw the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky, already vast and immense, rapidly dispersing. Even the strand of immortal qi contained within was quietly vanishing, along with the various influences within Guazhou City, all returning to their rightful places.
Even his own body suddenly felt heavy; the Magic Seal he had condensed had already dissipated. He plummeted swiftly, landing on a still-intact section of rooftop within the Yan Mansion. The Heavenly General Wordless Seal in his hand felt its weight lessening.
Hastily glancing down, he saw only the golden light on the seal scattering, the words "Mandated by Heaven" fading into nothingness.
"Mandated by Heaven, Mandated by Heaven..."
