"Clang—!"
A melodious clash rang out as an iron-gray radiance swept away the tiger and Guan Dao.
Lin Yu's earlier negotiations had finally paid off—although they had not earned him an identity within the Spirit Race faction, they had genuinely given him a sliver of hope!
The newly appointed Northern Witch King, She She, looked coldly at White Sand.
"Don't get too arrogant, human—I told you, I don't want to see the humans of Xia Jin turn our Northern Royal Palace into an arena."
White Sand held his blade and looked at She She, but did not seem angry.
"I really want to kill this man... How about you name a price?"
"This isn't a matter of a price. You're trampling on my dignity, the Northern Region's dignity, and the Spirit Race's dignity."
She She looked at White Sand. "If you still don't understand the situation, then from this point onward... you'll be my enemy."
Hearing She She's words, White Sand pondered before speaking.
"Fine. I understand."
He accepted the situation.
However...
It wasn't that White Sand had suddenly become open-minded, or realized that opposing a new Northern Witch King in his own palace would be unwise.
Although those were partly the reasons, the main reason was...
During that brief instant when the Northern Witch King had interrupted him, engaged him, and distracted him, Lin Yu had once again...
vanished without a trace.
"This man is even better at running away than I imagined—no wonder escaping from the Diviner wasn't solely due to the assistance of a Grandmaster."
"And he's only Tier 2... Once he reaches Tier 3, won't he surpass that Magician guy when it comes to running away?"
White Sand sighed inwardly.
Since the target had fled so quickly, White Sand naturally had no need to antagonize the