Leaving several afterimages in his wake, Qi Yu swept past the soldiers whose forms had frozen in place. Those soldiers seemed to sense something, their pupils shifting, but it was as though everything had been slowed down many times over, sluggish beyond measure. Yet barely a breath later, Qi Yu had already stopped back where he was.
All the disciples could not help but surge with excitement, answering one by one in loud voices, rubbing their hands together with flushed faces.
His mind held nothing but a few fragments of information and some hurried emotions; he had lost the greater part of his cognitive faculties.
Chapter 200