"So you're planning to clear the field?"
Emperor Beichen was quick-witted. He realized what was going on in no time, and his brows twitched. Yang's appetite was even bigger than he'd imagined. Her actions made it clear she was aiming to win the competition.
Shi Lan merely nodded perfunctorily in response to his question. Since they'd met, she had hardly spoken a word to Emperor Beichen. The Devil Race had never struck her as anything good.
Besides, Emperor Beichen didn't give Shi Lan a good impression. The way he'd quietly backed away when Yao was in danger that day had already earned him some of her dislike. His sudden show of concern now only made him seem more hypocritical.
"Isn't that Yao?" Emperor Beichen suddenly looked past Shi Lan, his face full of surprise.
"Hm?"
Shi Lan turned instinctively. In the next instant, a blinding immortal light flared, and Emperor Beichen vanished.
He'd activated his protective immortal talisman of his own accord and chosen to withdraw with the immortal medicine. He moved so quickly that even Shi Lan hadn't had time to react.
Emperor Beichen's choice had undoubtedly minimized his losses. At least he still had the immortal medicine in hand. Having made it this far with a Source Realm cultivation base, he'd already reaped a full harvest.
"Damn Devil Race."
Once she'd recovered, Shi Lan silently added another mark against him. She didn't have much need for immortal medicine, but being played for a fool still left her feeling stifled.
In Shi Lan's eyes, Emperor Beichen had just gained a new label: sly, on top of hypocritical. As a potential husband, he was no good at all. Yao absolutely couldn't marry someone like him in the future.
Shi Lan didn't linger. She set off again, but this time she