"You broke through to 4S?"
Fei Zhao's fox ears twitched nervously, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Lan Cangming's transparent ear fins flared wide, crystalline shards scattering across the conference hall. "Are you sure it's because of Anan?"
"Don't say that without proof!"
Night Abyss's dragon tail slammed heavily against the ground, but his dark red, slitted pupils constricted sharply.
He smelled it.
The faint, yet thrillingly sweet scent on Ying Jiuyao... It was the smell of Anan's residual Energy.
"This is the proof!"
Ying Jiuyao ripped open his shirt, his muscular torso revealing golden tiger stripes that had never been there before.
Under the lights, the stripes shimmered with a sacred glow, faintly coalescing into one point of a Hexagram.
Night Abyss's fists clenched unconsciously, the muscles under his Dragon Scales tensing until they ached.
He was torn between jealousy for the pattern symbolizing the Divine Contract and a deeper fear that gripped his heart.
