Aran's dagger came stabbing toward me without hesitation. The girl was ruthless—when she said she'd fight, she went straight for a lethal strike.
A flash of silver flickered before Yu Xing. He could tell Aran hadn't held back at all, but she was only a human girl, and she was far too slow for him.
He leaned to the right, and the dagger stabbed at empty air. He seized Aran's wrist as she followed through.
Her wet ponytail flicked a spray of water droplets into the air. He coughed and said, "All right, that's enough. There's no surveillance in the tower right now. You don't have to put on such a show."
"..." Aran's tense body stiffened.
She tugged at her hand, but couldn't pull free. Forced to remain in his grasp, she glanced at the chaotic room and the others, who seemed to be watching a show, then let out a breath and turned to ask, her frustration carefully restrained, "Then why did you say it was my turn just now?"
Yu Xing let go, grinning in a way that was a little too smug. "You looked like you had a plan, so I wanted to give you a scare."
Aran: "..."
Outside River Witch's Tower, that vast, pure aura still enveloped a large area. It lived up to River Witch's reputation, but there was no such aura inside the tower.
Yu Xing guessed the aura outside had been released by the Master of Ten Thousand in imitation of River Witch. Inside the tower, however, control had been left to a subordinate who could wear human skin. So, after they caught that subordinate's soul, a blind spot had appeared in the "surveillance" field of view.
The Master of Ten Thousand's side couldn't keep track of what was happening inside