The mist was split apart.
Qin Mo and the others were struck as if by lightning.
The Shooting Sun Bow was dumbfounded.
Xie Tian, once again bloodied from traversing the mist, slowly lifted his head, his icy blood-red eyes glanced at the two halves of the gradually dissipating mist, and with a light step, flew away into the distance.
The goal was achieved.
Only then did he leave.
Yet everyone had guessed Xie Tian's purpose wrong.
"He... hss!" The Shooting Sun Bow sucked in a cold breath, bewildered, "What is he doing?"
"This was his sole purpose for coming here."
"Wh-What purpose?"
Xie Yue softly said, "To overcome the despairing existence from his past, as for obtaining some Void Origin, that thought never even crossed his mind."
"To, to overcome the existence that once made him despair..."
The Shooting Sun Bow muttered these words, and his heart suddenly quickened.
Wasn't it so?
