"Oh, look, he's here!"
Her reverie broken, Xiao Mei followed Chen Yan's line of sight and found Han Xuhan walking out of a dense wave of fog, looking a little jittery as he approached the dueling arena.
Her fists and guts clenched up at once.
Having faced this guy in combat so many times over the last month, each of which was a brutal experience, even seeing him from afar gave rise to extremely negative emotions in her heart.
"Huh, he's brought his martial siblings with him this time. That's new," Chen Yan muttered. It helped Xiao Mei tear her focus away from him.
On Han Xuhan's left walked a young woman in a red robe, clearly not one to take the sect's rules of uniform clothing seriously. Her tall stature, long strides, and sharp eyes radiated a dominating air.
Anyone would think of her as the leader of the group, if it weren't for the disciple on Han Xuhan's right side.
