Zhao Xing reacted quickly and wasn’t hurt by the collision.
But the person opposite him, perhaps too focused, hit their head directly on the hard edge of a rock.
The corner of the eye cracked open, and a cut also appeared on the forehead, imdiately causing blood to flow like a fountain.
"Brother, are you okay?" Zhao Xing finally redirected his attention to the present and jumped when he saw this scene.
"It’s nothing." Han Bing shook his sleeve, wiped his wound a bit, and casually sared sothing before standing up.
Is this guy’s head made of iron?
Even like this, he still wants to continue comprehension?
"Maybe you should stop the bleeding first," Zhao Xing said, pulling him a bit, "This also affects your comprehension. A blink of an eye, a little inattention, and you won’t be able to see anything."
After thinking for a mont, Han Bing said, "Alright."
He took out a white dicinal plaster from his chest, tore it open, and slapped it on his head.
Zhao Xing recognized it as a military healing plaster made by Pharmacist to treat external wounds.
Seeing his actions, Zhao Xing felt curious.
How accustod to injuries are you?
Coming to comprehend, yet bringing along military healing plaster?
Seeing that he seed fine and wasn’t too willing to talk, Zhao Xing bowed politely and was about to continue on his way when Han Bing initiated a question, "You’ve been watching for three days too, have you figured out what Spell this is?"
Zhao Xing also rembered this person was the one who had persisted the longest, so he stopped, "I guess it’s a combination of Earth Palace Skill and Xuantu Skill. For the Earth Palace part, I’ve discerned so clues; it should be ’Divine Movent Palace.’ The Xuantu part, I haven’t figured out yet."
With so surprise, Han Bing looked up, "Why would it be Divine Movent Palace? It’s clearly Cold Flow Palace."
Zhao Xing was also surprised and imdiately thought of a possibility.
"What did you see?"
It turned out Han Bing had the sa thought, and they both asked simultaneously.
"You first."
"No, it’s fine, you go first."
"..."
Zhao Xing and Han Bing glared at each other, this level of understanding was uncanny.
In the end, Zhao Xing stretched out his hand, indicating Han Bing should speak first.
"Alright, I’ll go first." Han Bing pointed to the Palace that had just erged, "What I saw was the outline of a dockyard, similar to a miniaturized version of a Dragon Head Tower Ship. Its pattern is enigmatic, yet it always traverses earth veins following the sequence of Earth, Water, Earth Fire, Earth, Gold, Earth, Wood."
Zhao Xing said in amazent, "What I saw was a house with a strange shape, like an octagonal cage without doors, as if sealed shut. The pattern I saw differs from yours; it follows the sequence of Earth Wind, Earth Gold, Earth Fire, earth mines, Earth Water."
After listening, Han Bing also fell into thought, "No wonder so many people collided earlier. I thought it was because everyone was focused and ignoring their surroundings."
"It seems now it was all because of this Earth Palace."
Zhao Xing smiled and nodded, "I’ve realized that too. Sorry about before, brother, my na is Zhao Xing, from the Divine Might Army, and you?"
The expression on Han Bing’s face showed so surprise, "Divine Might Army, Han Bing."
Divine Might Army’s Han Bing? The tenth to report in? What a coincidence?
"So it turns out we’re on the sa side, my apologies Mr. Han," Zhao Xing said with a polite bow.
Han Bing’s deanor was no longer as aloof as before and beca more animated, "No need for formalities, I think if either of us has an epiphany later on, we could exchange thoughts."
Zhao Xing nodded, "That makes sense, shall we continue?"
"Yes."
.....
In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.
Many people attempted to observe the unpredictable Earth Palace during this period, but most chose to give up.
After all, with only one month’s ti, wasting too much on sothing uncertain just wasn’t worth it.
However, Zhao Xing and Han Bing didn’t give up.
Zhao Xing was intrigued because he had never seen an Earth Palace like this, not even hearing about it in his previous life, so naturally, he refused to give up.
Han Bing was stubborn, possessing a kind of perseverance that wouldn’t cease until the goal was reached.
In this way, the two occasionally exchanged ideas.
Another three days passed.
"It’s the eighth day."
Zhao Xing felt sowhat hungry and tired by this point. He hadn’t brought anything to eat with him, mainly because he hadn’t expected to stay up so long without sleep!
It was Han Bing who gave him two fruits to eat, as if it was his habit to carry things on him.
"It’s already the eighth day. Since the fifth day, I’ve had a vague feeling that I’m about to comprehend a Spell, but it’s always just that little bit of inspiration that’s missing," Zhao Xing thought anxiously, "Is it that I’m truly close to comprehension, or is it just an illusion, or perhaps the owner of the Earth Palace is deliberately toying with us?"
This possibility was not out of the question.
There were many masters in the Military Realm, and so who weren’t ordered by the Military Departnt to teach wouldn’t be forced to do so.
These were generally old folks who’ve lived for hundreds of years, having one with a quirky temperant was normal.
"After today, if I still haven’t comprehended it, I’ll have to leave," Zhao Xing thought, for he had a plan for his cultivation, and this schedule was already sowhat disrupted.
"Just three more hours. If I get it, I get it; if not, I leave. Am I going to miss out just because of this little opportunity?" Zhao Xing cald his mind and quickly adjusted his attitude.
With his attitude adjusted, Zhao Xing wasn’t in a hurry anymore and strolled slowly, no longer chasing like before.
When the ti ca, regardless of success or failure, he would leave.
When the Earth Palace disappeared underground, he even went to look around and stopped fretting over the mysterious Palace.
With this state of mind, near midnight at midnight,
Zhao Xing finally had an epiphany.
He saw the Octagonal Palace erge once again.
A door suddenly reflected in his eyes.
The Octagonal Palace was originally completely closed, although its outer walls were lined with channels of Five Elents Power, forming mysterious patterns.
At that mont, on the side facing Zhao Xing, a door suddenly opened.
It was as though a door had also opened in Zhao Xing’s mind.
"So that’s how it is," Zhao Xing said, sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes.
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