Guaranteed a Place

The finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament would be held in Spirit City. Every team that reached the finals would travel there.

At the same time, nearly every faction on the continent would send people to watch.

Dai Mubai knew Dai Weisi would not pass up a chance to boost his reputation. He was certain to go to Spirit City, and while he was there, his attention would be elsewhere.

That would be Dai Mubai's best chance.

The idea grew like wild grass in Dai Mubai's mind, driving away the gloom of recent days and filling him with an almost feverish excitement.

He sat in his cold chambers, his fingers tapping absently on the table with soft, hollow knocks.

Beyond the window, Star Luo City blazed with lights. Yet none of that light reached his room, or his heart.

Before, he had been able to snatch a little breathing room under Dai Weisi's nose by playing the wastrel.

But since his return from Heaven Dou City, his strength had begun rising at an unnatural rate. Even that pitiful bit of breathing room had been stripped away.

Dai Weisi was like a shark that had caught the scent of blood and refused to let go. The harassment at the academy, the resources withheld from him, the growing number of spies around him... It all made one thing clear: Dai Weisi now saw him as a threat that had to be eliminated.

If he stayed, he would die.

The realization was stark and cold.

He had had enough. Enough of living on edge and watching everyone's faces for signs of danger. Enough of Dai Weisi looking down on him as though he could decide whether Dai Mubai lived or died at any moment.

He had to leave. He had to.