No one expected that Yang Zhen would so blatantly break his word, and shamelessly act as if he was doing the right thing.
The overweight elder let out a groan, as though he'd bitten his own tongue, his face a picture of bafflement as he watched Yang Zhen descend from the sky, his finger pointing at the Sky Observing Mirror trembling uncontrollably.
"Yang Zhen, did he really not jump off the ruined mountain top?"
No one answered the bewildered elder's question because everyone was equally stunned. An intense, blood-rushing fight had been turned into an enormous pit by Yang Zhen.
Aside from the few who looked down on Yang Zhen or dared not jump from the crest of the ruins at this time, everyone else fell into Yang Zhen's trap.
One could only imagine the unrest in the hearts of the crowd; after a chaotic scuffle, there was no trace of Yang Zhen. How large was the shadow was this absentee man casting in their minds?
Clearly, nobody, not even the elder, understood Yang Zhen!