The Man Was Still There
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The man raised his sleeve, the spilled ink flowed down as if it hit a screen.
A guard had picked up the ruckus and rushed towards it, his face was eventually blackened…
The guard looked up angrily to find out who was the brute that liked to throw items around.
But he saw nothing. Nobody was on the tree, just an ink slab eerily floating in the air---
He flinched frightfully. Just as he was about to draw his saber to cut the ink slab, it fell swiftly and walloped his head.
The guard almost fell down from the hit. He grabbed the ink slab carelessly, but was afraid of the poison and smashed it on the ground. The ink slab shattered into four pieces…
"Heh…" A light mock blew past.
The guard stiffened up! He quickly looked up, but he saw nothing…
What the hell?
The guard tensed up in fright, and just as he wanted to leap towards the tree to take a look, he panicked and could not make the jump.