"Holy Maiden, may I ask what is the matter?" Ling Yuan turned to look at Bibi Dong and asked in confusion.
Ling Yuan did not have much contact with Bibi Dong within Spirit Hall, so she could not quite gauge Bibi Dong's personality. Still, she could tell that something was off with Bibi Dong right now.
"N-No, it's nothing." Prompted by Ling Yuan, Bibi Dong also realized she had lost her composure. She withdrew her gaze, understanding that she had once again been affected by that voice claiming to be the Rakshasa God.
Only after Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze did Qi shakily get to his feet with Luo Xi's support.
His face was covered in cold sweat, and beads of perspiration clung to his golden hair. He looked utterly disheveled.
"I-I just felt like something terrifying was staring at me, like a pair of hands had seized my heart and squeezed it hard," Qi explained between heavy breaths.
"Could someone be deliberately targeting you? Have you offended anyone recently?" Hua Lian asked.
"It's only been a few days since school started. I've kept myself in line," Qi said, shaking his head.
Qin Ming, meanwhile, turned his gaze toward Bibi Dong, who stood on the raised platform in the training ground. He had roughly guessed what was going on.
Bibi Dong had probably sensed the aura of the Angel Martial Soul on Qi and had been unable to contain her killing intent.
Bibi Dong, standing on the platform, shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. Her usual cold detachment returned before she looked to Ling Yuan. "Dean Ling Yuan, let's begin."
"Alright." Seeing Bibi Dong say that she was fine, Ling Yuan did not think much of it and simply nodded.
Ling Yuan stepped forward and released