On the way back to Shrek Academy, the moonlight stretched their shadows long.
Tang San's brows had been furrowed the whole time, twisted like knotted hemp rope.
He suddenly spoke, keeping his voice low.
"Yuchen, I saw that gatekeeper from Nuoding Academy."
Han Yuchen did not slow his pace or even raise his eyelids.
Hm? The inertia of the plot is this strong?
"He wasn't wearing a Spirit Hall uniform. He was mixed in with the spectators." Tang San recalled, "There was something wrong with his eyes. Like a venomous snake, he was staring straight at us."
Han Yuchen knew exactly what was going on.
Ha, they've finally come.
Are the people from Spirit Hall dogs or something? How are their noses so sharp?
But are they after Tang San, or me?
Most likely the latter.
That damn Shadow Contract is like a stubborn plaster. I can't shake it off no matter what.
Yet his tone remained calm and casual.
"He wasn't observing us. He was observing you, Little San."
Tang San froze.
"Anyone could tell how much Master valued you back in Nuoding." Han Yuchen's analysis was as precise as a scalpel. "The people from Spirit Hall aren't blind. Isn't it perfectly normal for them to set their sights on you?"
With a few casual words, he shifted the blame onto Tang San.
Can't be helped. Comrade Tang San's protagonist aura is just too dazzling. He was born to be the perfect aggro magnet.
This mastermind behind the scenes should keep a lower profile.
Tang San believed him immediately.
After all, he possessed the Tang Sect's secret arts and Twin Martial Souls.
It made perfect sense for Spirit Hall to have their eyes on him.
His gaze instantly sharpened, and his vigilance rose to its peak.
"Then what do