"Eight levels in six hours."
Zhao Yuexin's gaze, sharp and unwavering, remained fixed on him, piercing through the dimming light of the forest. It was a look designed to dissect, to peel back layers of outward composure and casualness, searching for the raw, unvarnished truth hidden beneath any pretense. She was trying to discern the reality from what might merely be a clever deception.
"Do you know what that means on Tianyuan Star?" she pressed.
Lin Yi, with a fluid and almost lazy efficiency, sheathed the Thunder Surge Blade. The smooth, soft click of the blade sliding home was the only sound for a moment, a subtle counterpoint to the quiet tension in the air. His shoulders relaxed slightly as his hands became free.
Lin Yi felt a peculiar tension settle in the air around them. He could sense the probing gaze, the sharp scrutiny of someone who had long surpassed the ordinary.
