By the time the mountain had come to a stop, all that remained in the rubble was a series of black light and dust from the center of the explosion.

Within this ten-meter lengthed center was a ball of green and black light with Jing Mingfeng inside of it. His head was perked up at the skies and his mouth wide open, though no sound was coming out. Only tears were escaping from his person now as he cried in silence… 

Now that he was able to think clearly, Jing Mingfeng was able to piece together what had been done… 

Multiple images were flashing through his mind; each one of them originating from Jing Wuying, techniques like Soul Imitation and Voice Concealment were among those images with clear details and etched deep in his mind.

There was a reason why Jing Wuying had decided...