Of course, Adam hadn't really left. Instead, he wrapped himself in a coat of lusterless mana that reflected light away from him. Although he stood at the same spot, he became invisible to those relying on their eyes—commoners and mages. Cultivators were another story since they could feel his life force, but he doubted he'd meet one in the village anyway.
Hidden, he watched Qing collapse in the mud, crying her heart out and calling his name with her quivering voice. He massaged his throbbing temples, feeling horrible. But it had to be done if he wanted to get to the bottom of this story.
As if to echo the girl's sadness and his guilt, clouds roiled in the sky. Light dimmed, and soft rain drizzled on their faces.
