Time slowly passed as everyone watched the stage with bated breaths. No one spoke a word, nor did anyone leave.
People were waiting for the two hours to pass.
Yi Yun’s hand no longer bled, and his meridians were slowly joining up. As long as he did not use the complete sword intent from the Pure Yang Sword Palace, Yi Yun’s hands would be completely fine.
Yi Yun, who was meditating, slowly felt the Golden Crow species blood in his body burning. This energy made Yi Yun’s body fill with fighting spirit.
Bai watched Yi Yun from a distance of 30 feet away. Bit by bit, he wrapped a white cloth around his hand. When he finish winding the cloth, Bai stood up and said calmly, “The time is up.”