Bai Zihan kept his gaze fixed on the sky for a few more seconds.
The clouds had already dispersed.
The oppressive aura was gone.
The world had returned to an almost unnatural calm.
Just moments ago, that same sky had been preparing to erase him completely.
Now, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
(Why did it stop?)
Why did it stop without any reason?
Perhaps there was one, though he wouldn't know.
Not like he was complaining, because if it didn't stop, he would have likely died.
For a brief moment, silence filled his thoughts.
Then he exhaled slowly.
A long, deep breath.
The tension in his body eased just slightly.
Relief washed over him.
He had truly thought he would die.
His fingers loosened slightly around the hilt of his sword.
Then tightened again.
Because what followed that relief was anger.
His gaze lifted once more toward the now-clear sky.
"Just because your chosen one couldn't kill me…"
His voice was low.
