Wu Gan, a cultivator known for his resilience, had simply folded. The efficiency, the cold, almost detached precision – it mirrored exactly what she had witnessed in the forest.
Her hand instinctively went to the small, ripped scrap of black cloth she still carried, hidden in her sleeve. The crimson thread, tiny and almost invisible, was a burning brand against her skin. It's him. The silent conviction settled deep within her, chilling her to the bone.
She looked up at the VIP platform, her eyes drawn to Ling Tian. He was no longer looking bored. His face was tense, his brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on the arena exit where 'Van' had disappeared. A new, sharper anxiety tightened its grip around Lin Xier's heart. Ling Tian, the genius, the 'Foremost Disciple', was clearly suspicious. And i
