Mo Lan slowly woke up in the hospital.
The bright white ceiling above her made her feel a little uncomfortable.
It took her a while to adjust.
"Child, you're finally awake."
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her father, Mo Wu, watching her anxiously from beside the bed.
The attack had happened without warning. The Evil Soul Master had demanded that several hostages be brought to his carriage.
Mo Lan had agreed to the Evil Soul Master's demand, offering herself as a hostage to stop him from killing indiscriminately.
But the Evil Soul Master hadn't kept his word. He hadn't killed Mo Lan, but—
As soon as she reached him, he had knocked her unconscious.
Class Zero hadn't stuck around, either, so Mo Lan had no idea what had happened afterward.
"A Battle Armor Master saved you."
As he spoke, Mo Wu handed Mo Lan the footage from the surveillance cameras.
Was that them?
Mo Lan recognized the Soul Masters in the footage at a glance.
First, the footage showed the female Soul Master seated beside the exceptionally handsome man driving off the Evil Soul Master.
Then the little brother she'd treated to a meal rushed over and fell in front of her.
They had all left a deep impression on Mo Lan.
"Who are they?"
Mo Lan asked weakly.
"I looked into them. They're no ordinary people."
"They're the team that defeated Shrek Academy at this year's Eastsea Grand Competition."
"If I'm not mistaken, they're the work of this generation's War God Temple Master."
"Judging by where they're headed, they're on their way to Ming City. After that, they'll join the War God Temple."
"It was my fault for not protecting you."
Looking at Mo Lan's pale face, Mo Wu was overwhelmed with guilt.
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