"It worked?!" exclaimed Yang Qing as he looked around, his gaze locking onto the familiar, enigmatic Sage Mountain. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill with the faintest tremor.
The old parchment from the strange hut, bearing a teleportation inscription, had actually brought him back. A part of him had doubted it would, convinced it might instead send him to another ominous location.
His institute days were rife with stories of students who, believing they had finished a trial and earned a break, discovered that their "break" concealed yet another trial—one invariably worse than the last. He had fallen victim to it a couple of times himself, hence his doubts.