By the time Xia Ming left Hughes Manor, it was already deep into the night. A biting wind swept in from outside, making him shiver uncontrollably. He circulated magic power throughout his body, and only then did he feel a little better.
The bright moon hung high overhead, and the cold wind howled. It truly was not a time to linger outside. Braving the chill, Xia Ming hurried back toward the academy.
"What damn weather. If I'd known, I would've stayed at Hughes's manor!" Xia Ming grumbled. Then his gaze flickered, and he suddenly concealed his aura.
Because he sensed a powerful surge of magic not far away.
What's going on? The thought sprang to Xia Ming's mind, and his heart tightened. No—it was not one surge of magic, but two. The two currents seemed to be battling each other, magic power churning without end. Two magicians were fighting in the street!
The instant he realized two magicians were battling, Xia Ming's first reaction was to leave at once. Both auras were exceptionally powerful, far beyond anything he could contend with at present.
Yet those two magical auras arrived in an instant, drawing closer and closer to Xia Ming. He did not dare make the slightest movement. He could only hold his breath and suppress his aura, remaining perfectly still as he hid by a corner wall. A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he cursed inwardly countless times. Damn it, what rotten luck. I run into something like this the moment I step outside!
Any slight movement now could expose him, so he did not dare move in the least.
"Saladin, hand over Moonshadow Twilight, and I'll leave you an intact corpse!" A shrill voice came slicing through the air. It was so grating, like clashing