After hearing Ye Lin out, Murong Hanxuan stood where he was, not knowing what to say. In the end, he spoke softly.
"Alright. But we can't make a move here. The first thing we need to do is lure her out. None of us know each other right now—if we approach her rashly, we might only make things worse and arouse her suspicion."
Murong Hanxuan analyzed the situation with a calm expression.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Ye Lin asked, looking at his palm.
While the two spoke, the Grand Competition below had already begun. Countless disciples were locked in fierce battles atop the Arena.
Thunderous booms rang out without end. All kinds of spells streaked through the sky, their flashing brilliance dazzling to behold.
"My suggestion is to keep an eye on her first, then wait for an opportunity. She can't possibly stay inside forever."
Murong Hanxuan said calmly. Ye Lin nodded in agreement. This woman would not have any fortuitous encounters in the near future.
Otherwise, if she had an opportunity outside, it would be easier for him to make his move.
The two continued watching the matches. As time passed, some well-known disciples began stepping onto the Arena one after another.
"Look, it's Tang Qingru, the disciple the Great Elder took in a few days ago. Is she going on?"
"Even though I just saw her yesterday, Tang Qingru still has me utterly captivated. Tell me, why does such a perfect woman exist in this world? Why?"
A disciple stared at Tang Qingru, his face full of infatuation.
His lovestruck appearance drew a wave of scorn from the surrounding disciples, but they were hardly any better themselves. Their eyes, too, were filled with admiration as they looked at Tang Qingru.
"Go test her strength."
Ye Lin urged