"Look! The Red Mist is clearing!"
"Long Aotian released that Red Mist. If it's clearing now, does that mean..."
"Waaah! Aotian Gege!"
"Where are Dong Huang's experts? Where are the people from the Patrol Bureau? Why haven't they shown up? Are they really going to stand by and watch a hero die?"
"Sigh."
The Red Mist within the Formation gradually began to clear.
A hush fell over the stands.
Some people were furious; others could only sigh.
The moment they saw the Red Mist dissipate, everyone understood.
Long Aotian had to be dead.
Outside the Formation.
Xu Yinyin and Xu Zining looked grief-stricken. Xu Yiming and the rest of the Bodyguard Team beat their chests and stamped their feet, the burly men openly weeping.
Meanwhile, in the stands.
The moment Liu Ruxin saw the Red Mist clear.
She felt as if someone had hollowed out her heart, leaving an unbearable emptiness.
It was as though claws gripped her heart and squeezed it over and over, hurting so badly she could not breathe.
Her son. Her son...
Mu Changkong, however, gave a soft hum of surprise, a knowing look flashing through his eyes.
What an interesting little fellow.
How on earth did he do it?
Mu Changkong patted Su Baobao, whose eyes were already blurred with tears.
"Baobao, be good. Look who that is!"
Su Baobao was sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath. She was almost ready to pass out.
And her annoying teacher still wanted her to look.
Look at what?!
That was her brother!
Huh?
Through her tears, the little girl thought she saw a familiar figure.
She was not sure. She needed another look.
She raised a sleeve and wiped away her tears.
Then she stared at the stage again.
The Red Mist had cleared