Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Outside Wuming Country, the old man's residence.

At this time, the old man looked at his palm.

The palm he stretched out in Wu Mingguo was just a projection, so even if Chu Tian cut off the palm, it did not damage his body.

But there is still a connection between the projection and his body. When the projection is attacked, he himself will be affected to a greater or lesser extent.

At first, he didn't think anything could hurt him in a place that had been sealed for nearly three thousand years, so he took almost no protective measures when doing the projection.

It wasn't until he felt the powerful power on the Chutian Sword that he realized that he had made a mistake, a big mistake.

And I don’t know why, but the injury I received this time seems very strange.

Logically speaking, the injured area can be healed as long as it is treated with Reiki for a period of time.

But this time, when he tried to absorb spiritual energy into his palm, he found that his palm could not receive any spiritual energy at all, and all the spiritual energy was blocked outside the palm.

It was as if someone had asked him to put on extremely airtight gloves and jump into the pool.

He could feel the water covering his whole body, but only his gloved palms could not be touched by the water.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and a table next to him instantly turned into a pile of sawdust, becoming the victim of his venting emotions.

The next second, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old wearing purple clothes and a handsome face walked in.

As soon as the young man saw the table that had turned into sawdust, he immediately realized something and looked at the old man with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Teacher, what happened?"

The young man asked. In his impression, very few people could make his teacher angry. Even if someone did have that ability, they would have been killed by the teacher on the spot. His teacher rarely vented his anger elsewhere.

Of course, if it is a situation where revenge is simply impossible, it will be a different matter.

But there are only a handful of people in this country who can make his teacher so unhappy and have nowhere to vent his anger.

After all, no matter what his teacher said, he was still the teacher of the current prince. How could someone who could become the prince's teacher be less powerful?

After the old man saw the prince, his original angry expression disappeared instantly, replaced by a faint smile.

"It's okay, I just had some problems with my practice just now."

As he spoke, he hid his hands behind his back.

The prince saw this little action of the old man and glanced at him, but he didn't say much.

If the teacher doesn't want to mention it, it's better for him not to mention it.

But in his short glance, he saw that the teacher's palm seemed to have no aura, just like the palm of a dead person, but strangely, there were no wounds on the arm.

By this time he had realized the seriousness of the matter.

He didn't know how this kind of injury was caused, but he knew very well that given his teacher's strength, to be able to leave him such a serious injury, the opponent must be very strong.

"If nothing happens, I will leave first, teacher."

When the old man heard this, he nodded with a smile.

The prince turned and walked out of the room, but in the next second, he immediately crushed a jade talisman to transmit the message, asking people to search the teacher's room and everything nearby. If any clues were found, report to him.

The old man also knew about the prince and discovered his injuries, so he might have ordered people to investigate, but obviously no results would be found.