With a close and open of the eyes, time had swiftly passed.
The Gu Family Patriarch, Gu Shi Qian, stood up and gazed at the sky where the sun was already tending towards the west, and he suddenly let out a sigh.
Gu Jingyun had entered the Sword Tomb trial grounds yesterday afternoon.
By this afternoon, a complete cycle of the clock had ended, twelve hours had passed, and he still hadn't emerged, which evidently meant he was dead.
The other elders naturally had also deduced the outcome and could not help but express their regrets.
They had all originally placed great hopes on that young man.
Yet, it was the Great Elder, who seemed not to have thought much of Gu Jingyun, that declared today, clenching his fists in frustration, "Not everyone striving to rise can succeed; sad is the world that gains another soul lost to the sword!"
His sigh seemed more filled with mockery than genuine sorrow.
Gu Shi Qian, however, wasn't bothered by it.
