Mu Zi walked along the streets of Flame City, gazing at the bustling scene with a touch of emotion.
Along the way, she had witnessed no fewer than three groups of people fighting openly in the streets.
Yet the passersby remained remarkably calm about such brawls. Quite a few even gathered nearby to cheer them on, looking entirely unconcerned about being caught in the crossfire.
However, none of that chaos affected her.
At the moment, Mu Zi's body was covered by a layer of Spiritual Power that subtly weakened her sense of presence.
Even though her beauty and bearing were enough to topple cities, she did not cause much of a stir.
Still, the effect of this technique had its limits. After all, it was not true invisibility.
Once Mu Zi interacted with someone, they would no longer be able to overlook her.
Suddenly, a round of conversation reached her ears.
"Did you hear? In two months, Wei Tong, the Bloodcloth Sect Master, will fight someone to the death!"
"What? Wei Tong is a Yuan Dan Realm Lesser Perfection expert. Who could his opponent be?"
"That person is called Lin Dong. I don't know the details, but rumor has it that he's only seventeen."
"Seriously? Where did this brat come from? He really doesn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth!"
"Sigh, he probably offended the Bloodcloth Sect. This time, disaster is about to strike him."
Hearing this, Mu Zi could not help observing a moment of silence for Wei Tong.
Having offended a Child of the Plane, barring any surprises, his fate was already decided: he would become a stepping stone for Lin Dong's rise to fame.
Two months ago, at Lei Li's wedding, the Lin Family and the Lei and Xie Families had