"It's an item that can identify anyone inside the Eight Palace Battle Hall," Wang Zongyao explained. "Even a temporary number. Right now, it's in my hands."
Wang Bi'er gasped. She had never known such a thing existed. Fortunately, truly fortunately, it had ended up with her father. Otherwise, the consequences would've been unimaginable.
Ryan also felt a twinge of guilt. "I was a bit rash this time and made Uncle Wang worry. That's my fault."
Truth be told, there was no real need for him to make such a splash in the Eight Palace Battle Hall. He only wanted to experience it. Ending up second on the rankings and becoming the center of attention was indeed excessive.
"It's fine," Wang Zongyao waved his hand. "No one knows your identity, and the key is with me. You're safe for now. These next few days, stay quietly in the courtyard and wait for the entrance exam to begin."
