Late at night.
In a guest room at the Shrek Academy group's lodgings, no lamps were lit.
Dai Mubai sat on the edge of the bed. His expression was hidden in the darkness; only his eerie double pupils glimmered faintly white in the night.
His hands never stopped moving as he swiftly packed all his belongings into his Storage Soul Tool.
Dai Mubai moved quickly, with almost no hesitation.
Then he rose and walked toward the door.
His footsteps were light, as light as a cat prowling through the night.
He did not look back.
The corridor was quiet. The lights in the other rooms had all gone out, leaving only a dim yellow soul-powered wall lamp glowing at the far end.
Dai Mubai carefully made his way outside, step by step.
He pushed open the back door. The chilly night wind struck his face and sent the hem of his clothes snapping.
Spirit City's streets looked empty and desolate in the darkness. In the distance, the Spirit Arena was still lit, like a sleeping behemoth.
Dai Mubai took a deep breath, then darted into the darkness.
He was fast. Although he had used only his first Soul Skill for White Tiger Possession, it was enough to give him speed far beyond an ordinary person's.
The buildings on either side of the street flew backward, and the lights at the city gate drew ever closer.
His heart pounded.
Not because he was running.
Because he was afraid.
He knew what kind of man Dai Weisi was.
The man who had taught him with his fists since childhood that "the weak don't deserve to live." The man who had forced him to flee the Star Luo Empire like a homeless cur. The man who had crushed him in the arena with