1925. Pill
Understanding what was happening felt almost too easy. The immense blade, the anger in the cultivator's eyes, and his fixed stare toward Sword Saint hinted at the expert's recent breakthrough.
'He suffered when the array sword path forced its laws to go to Sword Saint,' Noah concluded in an instant as his eyes coldly studied the expert.
The cultivator was tall and skinny. His cheeks were so caved in that everyone could see the shape of his skull. Long grey hair fell from his head, but it seemed to lack multiple patches since completely bald spots appeared when it fluttered in the soft wind lingering in the area.
The expert's eyes were completely white. They didn't have pupils or irises, but the cultivator didn't appear blind. Everyone could feel the direction of the organs' focus and the emotion that they carried.