"With the tournament at hand, all eyes are upon us. Countless pairs of eyes are watching Spirit City." Bibi Dong's gaze swept across the outline of the bustling city below before finally settling on the Great Soul Arena at its center.
"If we were to take excessive measures against an 'injured patient' within the residence of a competing academy at this moment, regardless of the outcome, it would only invite needless criticism, undermine the tournament's authority, and perhaps even alert the enemy."
"Shui Bing'er's power may be strange, but it remains within controllable limits. Even if a severely injured man of unknown origin is suspicious, how much trouble could he possibly cause?"
Bibi Dong's voice was resolute. "Pass down the order. Maintain only routine surveillance over the Skywater Academy residence and that Xiao Yu. Do not investigate further, and do not disturb them."
"Everything takes second place to the tournament! If he truly has a problem, once the tournament is over, I will have my ways to ensure he has nowhere to hide!"
"Yes, Your Holiness!" Gui Mei bowed to accept the order, understanding her meaning.
The Pope's considerations were more far-reaching and prudent. The tournament was the key stage for Martial Soul Hall to display its strength, recruit talent, and lay the foundations for its future hegemony. No unforeseen complications could be allowed.
Before Martial Soul Hall's vast power, a young man of unknown identity who was severely wounded and had lost his memories truly was not worth expending too much effort to investigate at this time.
"Also," Bibi Dong added, "keep a close eye on Shrek, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the movements of the other strong teams."
"This subordinate understands!" Gui Mei's figure silently vanished as though merging into the shadows, going to carry out