Making Trouble

"The disciples from the other countries came early to scout the place too. After all, they only had one chance to be awarded a title."

The four of them retreated into the commercial district inside the stadium. Along the way, they encountered two teams from other Ability Institutes.

One of the teams was dressed mainly in animal pelts and mink fur. Every member exuded a chill, and their skin was exceptionally fair. Especially the young woman at the center of the group—the exposed skin on her body was virtually flawless, pure and immaculate, like a celestial maiden from beyond the mortal world.

When they were a hundred meters away from Yu Jing's group, the gazes of these people, who resembled a primitive tribe, turned toward them in unison, focusing on Shui Bingmiao, whose body was surrounded by cold air.

"Wow, the ice-type genius from the Dihua Ability Institute... He's even more handsome than he is on television."

A flush appeared on the central girl's cheeks as she looked at Shui Bingmiao.

As the two groups passed each other, Shui Bingmiao wore an icy expression, his gaze fixed straight ahead the entire time.

After the group had passed, Shui Bingmiao calmly explained, "They're disciples of the Arctic Nations. I heard they're naturally endowed with outstanding resistance to cold. It's even said that their blood's normal temperature is below zero degrees Celsius. If we get the chance tomorrow, we should interact with them."

"Couldn't you have said hello just now? What a tsundere..." Yu Jing teased Shui Bingmiao in a low voice.

When they passed the street entrance ahead, the four members of Yu Jing's team slowed to a stop.

A group of young men in white clerical robes passed by. They were roughly twenty-five years old, and the leader had a