Caught in mid-air, an overwhelming surge of anger welled up inside Wu Yin as she stared at Wang Xuan. It was an all-too-familiar sensation, reminiscent of their previous encounter. Yet, this time, the sting of embarrassment was intensified by the fact that they were surrounded by familiar faces. Each shocked gaze from the onlookers amplified her humiliation.1

The color rose to her cheeks, a blazing combination of anger and embarrassment. The sensation was almost like fire coursing through her veins, consuming every bit of her composure. 0

Zhong Cheng, who had been unceremoniously shoved by Wang Xuan, was sprawled a fair distance away. He groaned in pain, clutching his waist and cursing his misfortune. 0

Wang Xuan remained steadfast, blades at the ready, anticipating a threat to emerge from beneath the ground. However, an unexpected silence ensued. His complexion paled. Was he being mocked? Were the creatures of this place playing a cruel joke on him? Frustration gnawed at him. Without a legitimate threat, his actions would be indefensible. He felt the weight of impending confrontation, especially from the fiery-eyed Wu Yin. 0

In a fit of impatience, he stabbed his blade into the ground, hoping to coax whatever lurked below into action. Regaining her footing after the abrupt flight, Wu Yin subtly massaged the spot where she'd been struck. Her fiery gaze, full of anger and reproach, was locked onto...0