Zhao Zhe laughed at that. Well, they had not seen each other for a while, and now she had become someone he had to bow down to.
How could she say something so ruthless with such an innocent face?
"So you've switched from passive defense to taking the initiative?"
Ye Buyu stopped struggling and pursed her lips, speechless.
"I'm out of options. I can't avoid it no matter how I hide, so rather than passively suffer, I might as well strike first. If I could, I'd even poison the [King of Withering and Flourishing]."
Even if the [King of Withering and Flourishing] seemed to be an ally.
No ally should screw someone over like this. With all the hostility he had drawn toward her, she would be lucky not to get beaten into tomato sauce when she competed.
Lan Huaiyu looked toward the venue. "But... the [Withered Glory Theatre] seems to have moved to the venue."
"What?"
Ye Buyu turned. A magnificent theatre stood high in the sky, dreamlike and unreal, like a heavenly palace descending, projected from another space as it looked down upon the living beings here.
It passed through the clouds and mist, revealing its exquisitely carved structure, and slowly descended, standing beside the venue like a mirage.
Intricate patterns intertwined. The two conspicuous pillars before the entrance resembled angels with downcast eyes, yet also ordinary people weeping in grief, cradling dim gemstones as they told stories unknown to others.
Countless marks traced the walls, layered together in a dizzying, mesmerizing sight.
Ding Ruixue, the Principal of Beichen University, frowned slightly.
"In the past, the [Withered Glory Theatre] always stayed hidden in the mist, its true appearance obscured. This time, they've actually projected its true appearance here. What exactly are they planning?"
"Heh, maybe the [King of