The Calm Before the Arena
Was that… an illusion?
Shan stood silently for a moment; his gaze fixed on Selena.
The feeling from earlier still lingered in his mind like a cold blade pressed against his throat.
He couldn't shake it off.
No… that can't be right.
His brows slowly furrowed.
Shan was not some ordinary disciple.
Right now, he was already standing at the threshold of the ninth star of the Astral Realm, though he had deliberately suppressed his cultivation.
Outwardly, he only revealed the strength of the fourth star of the Astral Realm.
But the truth was—
His real strength had already reached the eighth star.
A month ago, his father Shera had spent enormous resources to elevate his cultivation.
Rare herbs.
Ancient pills.
Treasures worth unimaginable wealth.
Everything had one goal.
To crush Amethyst Summit Division during this Martial Meeting.
Shera had practically exhausted every method he could think of to suppress Leon.
And Shan—
