Amon and the others stood before a giant golden gate. All around them was a vast expanse of whiteness.
"Damn it! Why couldn't you complete the trial faster? Why couldn't you do it one minute earlier?!" Wu Di exclaimed. He expressed his frustration by punching the ground with his good arm. He was still in the Saintly Ape form. He didn't deactivate the art because his right arm was still mending itself.
Xin Wuming turned to Wu Di with clear annoyance on his face. He shot back, "Fuck you! Do you think I didn't give it my all? I moved as fast as I could. The bloody thing was heavy, and it got heavier the closer I got to the exit point."
"You haven't given it your all! Otherwise, Tutor An Guan would still be alive!" Wu Di shouted.
"You…"
Xin Wuming was about to retort, but Huang San signaled him not to. He sent a silent message to Xin Wuming, "He is just venting his frustration for An Guan's demise. Let him do it."
