A clearing in the woods.
Beneath dark clouds.
The young hunters could retreat to safety, but Nikita did not dare move at all.
She could clearly feel that the thread of Qi Mechanism carrying a hint of destruction opposite her had locked firmly onto her. It seemed that if she so much as twitched, the lightning gathering amid the clouds above would come roaring down like a waterfall.
At the same time, she could also clearly feel that although Teacher Zhou's gaze had fallen upon her, she was not looking at her. She was looking somewhere deeper within her body.
She knew where that was.
Which made her even less daring to move.
However, not daring to move did not mean she did not dare speak.
"—You can sense it, can't you? You're bait."
The banshee glanced in the direction the young hunters had retreated. Her instincts were frantically warning her, and though she was anxious inside, she deliberately slowed her speech. "The school knew about my condition long ago, yet they still let you out. They obviously meant no good... Even the most incompetent diviner could see how strange this is."
The robe, with only a trace of crimson left, seemed to devour the light in the air with its deep underlying color, making the small clearing increasingly silent and still.
Nikita knew that too much was as bad as too little. Therefore, no matter how anxious she was, she did not dare say anything more.
One second, perhaps ten minutes.
After a brief yet seemingly endless wait, Teacher Zhou finally spoke again.
"—So what?"
Her hollow eyes stared at the banshee's face, as though she wanted to see what lay in the deepest depths of her soul. Her voice had lost its previous gentleness and sorrow, growing somewhat