In an environment where all the surrounding adults were intently staring at the arena and shouting.
Such an abruptly appearing child appeared particularly conspicuous.
Fang Qingyu almost noticed it the moment the child turned in their direction.
He slightly tilted his head, his gaze calmly landing on the young boy, about seven or eight years old, dressed in ordinary cloth, with a bit of panic and urgency on his face.
The boy's target was clear; he was heading straight for him.
Fang Qingyu made no move, not even changing his breath.
Because this child... was just an ordinary person.
Posing no threat to him whatsoever.
Fang Qingyu just quietly watched the boy pant as he ran to him.
