After leaving the house, Zheng Jin and Xue Yin went straight for the Golden Arena.
Completely silent, Zheng Jin had to put up with several curious—and sometimes—even spiteful gazes from the inner disciples they passed by, but he paid no heed for such petty matters.
Despite his collected demeanor, however, Zheng Jin could not think straight. The threat that was living inside of him was either immediate or would take time to show itself once again, but he had no way to know at the moment. The notion of being blind and clueless about the matter irked him.
"We're here," Xue Yin said, pulling Zheng Jin out of his thoughts as they both stood before the enormous Golden Arena.
Nodding, Zheng Jin led Xue Yin inside the arena, then onto a secluded area with an empty wall just below the high seat
