Calm down, my ass! Is it her?

Lan Cai'er fell silent.

Qi Zi'Fan grew even more tense and wary. Damn it, there was truly nothing he could say, nor any place to reason this out.

He had not even known that the symbol on his forehead might really be the Foundation of Heavenly Dao. Judging by her expression, Lan Cai'er had already begun to suspect it.

Knowing a person was easy; knowing their heart was not.

At present, Lan Cai'er seemed trustworthy, but who knew what she was thinking? Should I make a run for it?

He pondered in silence.

No, that would not work either.

If he really ran, would that not amount to admitting it himself? He could not leave—not now, at least. Otherwise, he would no longer be able to hide it from Lan Cai'er.

Even if he had to flee, it could only be after the battle erupted, when everyone was fighting over the suspected Foundation of Heavenly Dao and no one was paying attention to him.

"Besides, I really want to find out whether this is the Foundation of Heavenly Dao!"

"If it is..."

If it really was, what should he do?

Forget everything else and run! Then rack up ten kills, and find the most hidden, safest place to lie low for ten years.

As for looting the spoils or seeking opportunities? He had better not even think about those. Otherwise, one careless move and he would be besieged by a horde and beaten half to death!

"Be careful, all of you."

Lan Cai'er sent out a wave of fluctuations, then gradually began moving toward the eggshell.

She was not the only one. Nearly everyone was approaching it, while remaining wary of one another. No one had made a move yet.

But once someone did, the melee would erupt completely, and