The air between Han Xuhan and Chen Yan seemed to solidify. Han Xuhan's words began to echo inside Chen Yan's unnerved mind on repeat.
Breaking out in cold sweat, he quickly recalled every sentence uttered by his opponent since he had regained his consciousness, and indeed...
Han Xuhan had not, for a single instance, admitted to using poison on him!
...Could it actually really be the case?
His breath started to grow ragged as the realization lit a fire behind his sprinting thoughts. If this wasn't another misdirection set up by Han Xuhan, if the fog's poison really was never behind the suppression of his vital energy...
What else could it be? What exactly could have such an effect?
Wait!
A bold idea formed at the center of his disordered thoughts all of a sudden, drawing threads of causality from everything Han Xuhan had been involved in throughout the past six weeks.
He had figured it out! This time, he was absolutely certain!
