Chu Mu found it hard to breathe.
'What had he just seen?'
'Superpowers? Magic? Sorcery?'
In that split second, a torrent of thoughts flooded Chu Mu's mind.
But the scene before him, so far beyond his comprehension, continued to unfold.
The white-robed man was clearly surprised when his attack came to nothing. But then his eyes brightened, and as he looked at the boy, his expression turned to one of pleasant surprise.
"Rise!"
With a wave of the white-robed man's hand, the sword hanging at his waist shot out of its scabbard. Like a streak of light, it flew toward the boy in the blink of an eye.
But the boy, standing on the roof ridge wreathed in golden Runes, showed no intention of fighting back against the approaching Flying Sword. He leaped off the roof and vanished from sight.
