Xie Xie scratched his head, his face full of confusion, and muttered as he stared at the retreating figure.
"What was that guy's deal? He said a couple of things out of nowhere, then ran off. All cryptic and weird."
Tang Wuling shook her head lightly as well.
"I don't know, but he looked really anxious just now."
Of everyone present, only Chen An knew that the warning from the boy undercover at Shrek was no act.
The boy did indeed bear a curse, but his colors were cleaner than those of the other Evil Soul Masters they had encountered.
His claim that he had never harmed anyone was quite credible.
Not everyone forced into the Holy Spirit Cult would sink completely into depravity and submit to evil.
Long Bing had also come to her senses. There were always pitiful people in this world who had been coerced.
Apart from being a little twisted, the nature he had shown was decent enough. Chen An could keep him in mind.
Chen An rapidly sorted through the entire timeline in his mind.
According to the original plot, Class Zero should have fought Sea-Land Academy to the point of mutual defeat in this Skysea Grand Tournament.
After that, the story would jump straight over a three-year gap.
In other words, from the moment he changed the outcome of that battle, every subsequent development was an unknown variable brought about by him.
The Holy Spirit Cult would not be bold enough to take a desperate gamble at the tournament grounds in Skysea City, where Soul Masters gathered in droves and even Battle Armor experts stood guard.
Combined with the undercover boy's warning, the answer was already clear.
The problem lay not at the tournament grounds, but on the journey home.
"Don't worry about that