The more bizarre was to come.

While everyone’s attention was drawn to the vortex, it weakened and dissipated even faster, the dust surrounding it sucked in and dispersing completely.

In only a few breaths of time, all of the sand and dirt around it had disappeared. The air had quieted down. There was no vortex. No nothing.

Jiang Chen stood out like a sore thumb. His clothes were in pristine condition. Even his hair was as neat as it’d ever been. It was as if he’d merely stood there, waiting for a moment, unfazed by whatever had happened around him.

What the...

Browncloak couldn’t believe his eyes. Neither could his three c...