"Hm?" A flicker of surprise passed through the white-haired young master's eyes. "I clearly activated the Divine Art a little and altered the perceptions of everyone nearby. The effect wasn't strong, but no one should have been able to notice."
"Perhaps they were too far away?" the book boy guessed from behind him, his voice strangely ancient, like that of an eighty- or ninety-year-old man.
"That's not right either. Even from farther away, the power of the Divine Art shouldn't have made it so easy for them to notice us." A trace of curiosity appeared on the white-haired young master's face.
"Forget these trivial matters for now. Dealing with these two Good Heart Church enemies takes priority. If I don't act soon, those two brats will go back and accuse me of deliberately stalling again, wasting their strength."
Shaking his head helplessly, the white-haired young master withdrew his gaze and continued forward, walking straight toward the center of the battle.
As he stepped forward, he raised his right hand and casually slashed through the air.
Pfft!
Fox, who was fighting a white-robed man in a golden mask not far away, suddenly faltered. Her attack slowed by half a beat, and her opponent struck her abdomen with a palm.
She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.
"Not bad aptitude, and her mind is steady too. She even seems to possess Primordial Blood. If our positions were different, she'd be worthy of becoming my disciple. What a pity." The white-haired young master raised his hand again, aiming it at Fox.
"Forget it. I'll just kill her directly." The corner of his mouth curled up. "If I finish this early, I can still make it back in time for Old Wu's warmed Clear Snow wine."
Whoosh.
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