Xu Wendong's figure transformed into a stream of light in the night sky, disappearing in an instant.
Hu Jie stood in place, unable to regain his composure for a long time, his heart swirling with indescribable shock and confusion.
"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator... how could he possibly perform sword flight?" he muttered to himself, beads of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, as if everything he had just witnessed was an illusion.
Yet, the lingering trace of sharp sword Qi in the air reminded him that all of this was real.
"Could it be... he's hiding his cultivation level?" Hu Jie frowned deeply, a faint unease rising in his heart.
He recalled Xu Wendong's gaze from before, that cold as a knife look, as if it could penetrate one's soul, sending a chill down his spine.
"No, even if he is hiding his cultivation level, it couldn't escape my perception." Hu Jie shook his head, feeling even more puzzled.
