A Woman Short

"Wang?"

The little girl's expression turned strange as she muttered something under her breath.

Wang Ye instantly became vigilant, discreetly hiding behind the little girl while one hand gently rested atop her head.

A strand of Wang Ye's mental power was actually hidden within this token?

And it seemed to have been left behind at the height of his power.

No wonder he wasn't afraid of his Third Battalion falling into someone else's hands. He had even dared to give the token to the little girl without worry.

So he had hidden a backup plan inside it.

If the little girl truly acted recklessly, or if the token fell into someone else's hands, that would probably be the beginning of the real disaster.

This was completely a trap set with the Third Battalion as bait.

Now—

Wang Ye was clearly the rabbit caught in that trap.

Fortunately, he still had the little girl as bait. He just didn't know how much weight she held in Wang Ye's heart, or whether she was worth Wang Ye sparing an ant like him.

The phantom's eyes brimmed with intelligence. It looked nothing like a mental imprint, but rather like a living being.

His gaze swept over the surroundings before landing on Wang Ye. His eyes carried surging killing intent, and even the phantom formed from mental power began to grow hazy.

Clearly—

He seemed to have recognized Wang Ye.

Wang Ye calmly met Wang Ye's gaze, his expression unchanged. Yet from beginning to end, his hand never left the little girl's head.

Now, he could only trust Maitreya's earlier speculation.

If the little girl truly was Wang Ye's backup plan for advancing, then he would not watch Wang Ye perish together with her.

Sure enough—

Wang Ye glanced at Wang Ye, then at