After the black-cloaked figure left, the room went back to being completely silent.1

Xu Qing picked up the jade slip off the table and sent some divine will into it. A moment later, his eyes turned even colder. Turning, he looked out the window into the dark night, and his gaze became like a brush. Using the night wind as a palette knife, the silence as a rhythm, the universe as the canvas, and starlight and moonlight as the ink, it was possible to paint a beautiful picture of dawn. Within the painting, Xu Qing slowly blurred until he vanished from sight.14

When he reappeared, he was outside of the painting, walking down the street toward the Imperial University.3

He had heard the news that the big showdown between the Xeno-Immortal School and the God-Merging School would continue as planned. He also knew that the Xeno-Immortal School’s tower had been unsealed the night before.1

As the dawn slowly replaced the night, beams of light cut through the darkness and brought hope to heaven and earth. Everything was waking up and returning to normal.0

That included the Xeno-Immortal School. Inside the tower, the schoolmaster sat alone, as he had the entire night. Looking outside, he saw the waning darkness, and the burgeoning light of the sun. He also saw... a figure approaching. That figure stepped out of the light of dawn and into the tower.0

“Schoolmaster,” Xu Qing said softly, bowing at the waist.0

The schoolmaster looked...3