[Be careful, host.]
Zhang Wei, concealing his alertness behind a facade of casualness, couldn't shake the anticipation of a potential confrontation.
After his recent boost in cultivation he was certain he could survive a battle with Xie Meirong, even if her powers was equivalent to the Soul Warming realm.
In contrast, Xie Meirong appeared surprisingly carefree, a faint smile gracing her lips as she walked toward Zhang Wei, her expression oddly welcoming.
Leng Yan, her senses heightened, prepared her best ability. Her hands radiated a bone-chilling blue aura, causing the temperature in the room to drop.
Zhang Wei, while watching Xie Meirong closely, secretly gathered strength in his left hand, hidden behind his back.
However, a nagging feeling of restraint held him back from launching an attack...Xie Meirong, for now at least, seemed harmless in his presence.
