The Secrets of the Mysterious Spirit Bees

Xuan Ci attempted another assassination. But twice, he had charged in only to be lured by the Illusion Formation Ling Tian had set up. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, Ling Tian would have wounded him. Strike once, then vanish. Though his assassination had failed, Xuan Ci wasn't discouraged in the least. He hid himself again, waiting for another chance to strike.

Xuan Ci was a prodigy of the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race—not just of his generation, but of several generations. His assassination skills were considered top-tier even within the race. During the assassination training he underwent with the clan elders, he could always take down his opponents with ease. It had filled him with supreme confidence. Now, though, he had failed repeatedly against Ling Tian. Rather than shake his confidence, it only stoked his competitive spirit, and he became even more focused.

Seeing Xuan Ci grow ever more intent, a glimmer of approval passed through Ling Tian's eyes. But his hands never stopped. He formed seals one after another and continued setting up the formation. After being lured by the earlier Illusion Formation, Xuan Ci was bound to be suspicious for a while and wouldn't attack immediately. That gave Ling Tian plenty of time.

Time trickled by, but Xuan Ci still didn't make a move. Hu Yao and the others, watching from the sidelines, grew increasingly anxious.

"Older Sister Hu Yao, it's been so long. Why hasn't he attacked yet?" Impatience filled Lian Yue's eyes. "Could he be planning to drag this out forever? The mist will probably fade soon, and then Brother Tian's figure will be revealed. What are we going to do?"

The mist conjured by the talisman wouldn't last forever. As time passed, it gradually thinned, and Ling Tian's figure became faintly visible. Yet Xuan Ci