'No... that's not right...'
'This isn't normal!'
The man seemed to realize something. He whipped his head around, only to see Wen Qian's hand already on the control console, flipping all the light switches to their highest setting.
In an instant, the light was as bright as day.
Beams of light blasted the iron cage in the Beast Fighting Arena.
"What the hell? What is this?"
"It's so bright! I dare anyone to believe in the light now..."
"My god, what the hell is going on today?!"
"..."
Curses rose and fell, punctuated by the frantic howls of Beastmen.
Inside the cage, the Fuyi suddenly grew agitated. It flew erratically in mid-air, its hard wings repeatedly striking the bars.
"SCREECH—"
The sound of something sharp scraping against the iron cage was enough to make one's skin crawl.
Wen Qian's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the man's broad back. The next second, a dagger appeared in his hand, its silver blade glinting blindingly under the lights.
