Sun Miao stared blankly as the two figures, one attacking and one defending, rapidly faded from sight.
No, wait, how was this different from the plan?
What were you doing, Cheng Shi!?
It had taken so much effort to lure him here. Why weren't you letting me out!?
Were you planning to take down the Beast Tamer alone?
Foolish, arrogant, utterly ridiculous!
How could you act foolishly at a time like this, insisting on personally settling things in a meaningless, seemingly dignified one-on-one fight?
This stupid move would throw away their only chance. Didn't he know that!?
Sun Miao was genuinely anxious. Although she wasn't worried that Cheng Shi, who had once defeated Zainjil, would be in mortal danger, she didn't want to waste the best opportunity they had waited day and night for.
If they failed this time, the next time—no, there wouldn't be a next time. The wary Beast Tamer certainly wouldn't step into the same trap again, which meant an item of the Fear Tree Core's caliber would fall into the other party's hands for nothing.
That was even harder to accept than failing the trial.
But Sun Miao was helpless. She couldn't shout, "Cheng Shi, let me out so I can help you," because if she did, the Beast Tamer would see through their ruse, and the fish that had just bitten the hook would only slip away faster!
Yet if she didn't shout, the foolish Fate Weaver seemed to have no intention of letting her out to help.
Thus, having suddenly lost her role, Sun Miao stood still with a frown and began carefully considering what this secretive Fate Weaver was trying to do this time.
He had made no preparations at all earlier. What gave him the confidence to face a Beast Tamer in