"She noticed us?"
Bai Yutian lowered his gaze in alarm, his thoughts thrown into disarray.
Yun Cai's gaze was too sharp, as if she could see right through him. He felt an instinctive fear of her.
"How could that be? What's her cultivation level? There's no way she could see me at a glance. Don't overthink it. You'll only make her suspicious." The black hand's voice rang out again, carrying a note of exasperation.
Why was this kid such a coward?
It had put such great hopes in him before, expecting him to become Qingxiao Sect's strongest disciple.
After hearing that, Bai Yutian thought it made sense. He raised his eyes again. Yun Cai was no longer staring at him; she was looking toward the stage, waiting for her opponent to come up.
Seeing this, Bai Yutian breathed a sigh of relief. He inwardly reproached himself for his weak resolve—he'd already been scared out of his wits.
Little did he know, it hadn't been his imagination.
As Yun Cai swept her gaze over the crowd below, waiting for her opponent, she also pondered Bai Yutian.
"That ghostly presence seems even stronger than the evil ghost at the Cangzhou prefectural residence back then. It's second only to Da Moluo. Should I tell the sect master?"
Yun Cai felt torn.
Her Myriad Laws Spiritual Eye could see the hidden powers within other people. That was why many disciples' opportunities couldn't escape her notice.
Quite a few disciples had souls hidden within them, or powerful artifacts harboring great strength. At first, she'd told the sect master about each one. Eventually, even she felt she was making a fuss over nothing.
A person's worth wasn't determined by what they possessed.
But that black hand was too strange. It was unlike any opportunity she'd seen