In the silent and desolate Wanghai Temple.
A figure resembling a towering iron tower stands quietly at the last place where Kongxiang was killed earlier.
He seems to be observing, yet also seems to be pondering.
"How is it? Did you figure anything out? Kongding."
As the voice comes through.
Deep within the inner courtyard of the temple, a figure silently and suddenly appears again.
The person's figure is slender, but they wear a wide robe; in the darkness, their face is indistinguishable, yet their eyes, reflecting the moonlight like two black crystals, are extremely striking.
"This technique... somewhat resembles an Extreme Realm Grandmaster," Kongding, the iron tower figure, responds.
"Extreme Realm Grandmaster... Those Extreme Realm folks are truly vexing. Their traces are everywhere they go," the slender figure sighs.
"But..." Kongding continues, hesitating slightly.
"What is it?"
