Even the foreign disciples lowered their weapons. Everyone knew that the moment the Ice Demon entered the fray, the dynamics of the battlefield shifted entirely.
"Brother Xie!" Wen Shiru called out urgently, adjusting his spectacles. "Assist us! Martial Uncle Lin has suffered a catastrophic Qi deviation! He has gone rogue and is actively eliminating our own sect members! We must restrain him before he disqualifies Zhiwei!"
Wangchen stopped walking.
He stood at the edge of the arena, his hands resting casually behind his back.
His ruby eyes did not look at Zhiwei. They did not look at the protective wall of male leads.
They locked entirely with absolute devotion upon Lin Ji'an.
Wangchen looked at her.
