Night Talk · Meeting Again the Next Day

The bustle on the second floor of the teahouse continued, but the atmosphere at Shui Leng's table had grown slightly quieter.

As she withdrew her gaze, the short-haired female teammate seated beside her noticed the shift in her attention.

The girl glanced in the direction Shui Leng had been looking, but only saw the hem of a dark robe disappearing down the stairs. She had not seen his face clearly.

The short-haired teammate turned back and leaned closer curiously. "Sister Shui Leng, what were you looking at just now?"

Shui Leng lifted the teacup before her. The rim paused against her lips for a moment before she replied in her usual calm tone, "Nothing. I just thought that young man was rather unusual. As for what was unusual about him, I can't really say."

Her tone was as steady as ever, but several teammates at the table exchanged glances.

Shui Leng was not someone who noticed strangers for no reason. She usually did not speak much within the team and paid little attention to anything beyond training and matches. For her to voluntarily call someone unusual was already rare.

The red-haired young man seated opposite her looked toward the stairway, but only caught a faint glimpse of a robe hem around the corner. He smiled dismissively. "There are countless people coming and going in a teahouse. At a time like this, Heaven Dou City is full of young Soul Masters here to watch the matches. He might just be a student passing through from some minor academy. You may be overthinking it."

Shui Leng said nothing more and lowered her eyes to the remaining tea in her cup.

Though the trace of that Soul Power texture was extremely faint, it truly differed from that of ordinary Soul Masters. It was