The back alley of the Hell Slaughter Arena was dark and damp, the air thick with an even heavier stench of blood than the main hall. This was the passage through which victors departed, and also a breeding ground for countless assassinations and ambushes.
Tang San walked slowly, every step seeming precisely calculated. His right hand hung naturally at his side, but it had already clasped several highly poisonous Hidden Weapons from Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night. His Purple Demon Eye remained activated at all times, vigilantly watching every shadow around him.
Here, he trusted no one but himself.
Not even Hu Liena, who had just won her own match.
"Come out."
Tang San suddenly stopped, his gaze shooting like lightning toward a corner ahead as the Hidden Weapons in his hand stood ready.
"Following me all this way—aren't you tired?"
A soft laugh came from the shadows.
"Not bad vigilance. As expected of a Tang Sect disciple." Han Yuchen decided to tease Tang San a little.
At the words "Tang Sect," Tang San's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints! Every muscle in his body tensed to the limit, and killing intent erupted from him as though it had taken physical form!
In this world, apart from himself, the only person who knew of the "Tang Sect" was...
The owner of that voice slowly stepped out of the shadows.
He wore simple blue robes, his features handsome and refined, with that signature gentle smile at the corner of his lips—the kind that seemed to see through everything.
"Han... Yuchen?!"
Tang San nearly cried out in shock.
Why was he sneaking around and following me?
I saw him in the arena just now. I thought he would come find me later.
*I never expected Han Yuchen to be the one following me.