Central Square was Spirit Hall's largest venue. Normally closed to the public, it opened only for the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament.
Although Central Square covered an enormous area, today it was still packed with a dark sea of people. Everywhere one looked, bustling crowds filled the view.
When Qian Renxue suddenly linked her arm through his, Xiao Yan paused in surprise. He turned his head, a hint of heat stirring deep in his eyes.
"Brother Xiao Yan, there are so many people here. I'm a little nervous. Can I hold your arm?" Her golden dress traced the graceful curves of her body as Qian Renxue held his arm and smiled up at him.
Xiao Yan nodded, stretched lazily, then patted Qian Renxue's head. "The Pope's Hall is an imposing place. Since you've never been here, it's perfectly normal to feel nervous. Don't worry. I'm here."
"Thank you, Brother Xiao Yan." Qian Renxue smiled softly, delight appearing on her delicate, elegant face.
After chatting with Qian Renxue a little longer, Xiao Yan let the subject drop. He turned and swept his gaze around, spotting three unfamiliar faces. Their appearances were unusual, and red light flickered in their eyes, making them look like three hungry wolves poised to strike.
All three wore purple, book-shaped badges on their chests, engraved with the words "Spirit Hall Academy." Their team uniforms were pure white.
At the front stood a man over one hundred ninety centimeters tall. His neatly cropped black hair stood upright like steel needles, and two purple full-moon markings adorned his face. His detached gaze rested on the crowd.
A man and a woman stood on either side of the black-haired man. The other man had fiery red hair hanging loosely down his back. Even his eyes were