Xiao Ming's gaze was calm, but his mind was sharp as a blade.
Bai Yuesha's arrogance was insufferable, but rather than acting rashly, he would bide his time—like a serpent lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
He would make Bai Yuesha pay, but now was not the time.
Meanwhile, amidst the gathered cultivators, the presence of the Soul Seizing Sect loomed like an ominous storm cloud.
Despite Dong Yang and the others' best efforts to conceal the secret realm's existence from this behemoth of a sect, news had still managed to reach Bai Yuesha's ears.
And because Bai Yuesha had taken an interest, attempting to proceed without him would have been seen as an affront—not just to the Soul Seizing Sect, but to the Wu Shui royal family itself.
Such an act could be twisted into a crime of sabotage, the consequences stretched to unimaginable extremes.
It was a dangerous game that none of them could afford to play.