Shen Ye's heart lurched.
Right, if that Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison had followed me here-
He immediately raised his head and looked around.
There was nothing above anyone's head.
Only Xiao Mengyu had the trait "Sword Saint" floating above her head.
That put Shen Ye at ease.
After all-
If that fellow were here, he might be able to see that long title above its head: "Destroyer of the Great Thousand Worlds, Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison, Curse Spirit King, the Star That Commands the Corruption of All Souls."
"By the way, so many people died at the exam site. How are they handling that?" he asked quietly.
"I heard they blamed it on that calamity," Xiao Mengyu said.
"But that calamity was originally my classmate. He was tempted by children of the aristocratic families, then killed and possessed," Shen Ye said.
"Do you think anyone will step forward to take responsibility?" Xiao Mengyu said calmly.
"...They could at least come out and bow in apology. Then I'd know who to kill!" Shen Ye sighed.
Wait!
A thought flew in from some distant void and struck him, sending his heart pounding.
That old man-
Although Shen Ye had created the conditions for him and helped him kill the undead assassin Freg in one strike, the man's own strength was not to be underestimated.
Who was he?
He possessed such strength, had been sent into the exam site as a "guide," and had personally tried to kill Shen Ye in the end.
Someone like that surely would not be as obscure as those killers who deliberately concealed their identities.
Shen Ye's gaze grew fixed.
Yes.
There was... nothing wrong with that line of thought.
It was worth investigating.
"There's something I need to tell you..."
Shen Ye lowered