Jack could hear the resentment in Jed’s words.

Nonetheless, Jed knew in his heart that he could not blame Jack for anything-he did not force them to jump down the Cliff of Sorrow. Although they would have died regardless, they would be tortured to their death had they not jumped off. Jumping off the Cliff of Sorrow and waiting for their deaths here was much better than being tortured by the masked man up there. They would not die in disgrace, at least, despite how tormenting this would be to die.

Jack ignored them and found a clean place to meditate and recover. He kept performing seals with his hands as strands of true energy traveled between the tip of his fingers. Then, he pointed forward, and a strand of his true energy hit the air.

suddenly opened his eyes and stared forward, frowning. It was the position where his true energy had gone toward, but

just

Jed looked at each other helplessly. They raised their brows and had no

before, however, nothing happened. Jack then stood up from the ground, his eyes wide open as he took a few steps forward and punched into the air with his true energy. He continued to

lunatic, much to Jed and the rest’s bewilderment. Jed cupped a hand over his mouth slightly and turned toward Dwight, whispering into his ear, “Has that guy gone crazy? What is he doing? He keeps punching the air; is he planning on exploding the air? Does he think

and said helplessly, “Who are those questions for, exactly? Whatever it is, I don’t think this young man is a loony. He seemed to be far calmer than we were when we faced so many

shrugged. “It’s probably his façade. He acts like he doesn’t care about anything, but he might’ve

remarks and stares. He paid no heed to their

Only the strongest masters could break the space with a punch. Jack, however, was so weak that his punches had

did not plan to break the space with his true

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