In the shadows, Wang Ran watched everything with lackluster interest.
He was stroking a cat.
The gap between a deity and ordinary humans is as vast as heaven and earth.
Having reached his current level of expertise, watching these two fight was like watching a martial arts analysis video slowed down a hundred times, truly devoid of any interest.
He came to this world for a vacation, not to watch a bunch of scrubs peck at each other.
However, there was still someone hidden on top of the courtyard wall.
From their aura, this person was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person with no training, but they had an extraordinarily intense obsession with his Murasame needles.
Wang Ran was somewhat curious about this person.
This person, witnessing a brawl between a noble and a Sword Pavilion expert, remained curled up on the courtyard wall without fleeing, seemingly unafraid of getting caught in the crossfire.
