"I'm determined to claim this prize!"
"You..." Baili Bing's lips parted. His words caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Her chest heaved gently, and a flicker of vexation crossed her exquisite face.
She had intended to blurt out a warning, to tell Chu Fan that the old monster from the Yin Demon Sect was unfathomably powerful—far beyond Mo Daozi. His bizarre techniques were impossible to guard against, and provoking him would be a grave mistake.
But the words died on her lips. As her thoughts raced, she swallowed them back, and scenes from the past quietly came to mind.
The young man before her looked confident, even a bit defiant, which reminded her of the incident in the wilderness a month ago. Although Chu Fan had been in a sorry state then, cornered and outmaneuvered by her pursuit, he had always managed to turn a desperate situation around.
