The two people in a standoff were well-known characters in their respective camps. One was Eden, who had gained fame in the Misty Wood, and across from him was Song Zining.

Eden sized the seventh young master up with narrowed eyes. “You actually dare come here, quite bold I say. What, are you tired of living because of some unhappy matters?”

Song Zining replied calmly, “I’m living quite fine, thank you, and I still have a fair bit of youth to squander. How could I be tired of living? You, on the other hand, must be quite depressed to see me on your own. Feel free to tell me about it and make me happy.”

Eden smiled coldly. “I only need to send a signal and numerous experts will arrive within moments. This place is also within the range of His Majesty the Eternal Flame’s power. Do you think you can escape?”

“Escape? I never had any intention of going back alive. Why would I even try?”

Eden and Song Zining stared at one another for a long while. Eventually, the former asked with a more relaxed expression, “Enough with the useless stuff. I shall enter the Great Maelstrom...