Waiting for Nascent Soul

Bloody Forbidden Area, a narrow rock cave shaped like the throat of a giant beast.

The air was thick with the scent of rotting leaves, blood, and the rusty smell of damp stone, so cloying it felt as though one could squeeze water from it.

At that moment, the only passage was packed with people.

Disciples from various sects, their robes stained with blood and their breaths unsteady, bore the exhaustion and savagery unique to the forbidden area on their faces.

They had been forced into a crooked, resentful line.

At the slightly wider section near the front of the passage, a figure hung brazenly in midair.

His brand-new green robe stood out against the surrounding gray desolation with almost provocative brilliance.

Fang Yu stood with his arms folded over his chest, his toes hovering a few inches above the ground in an indolent posture that defied all common sense.

There was little expression on his face, only a trace of boredom. Yet the occasional flicker of lightning in his narrowed eyes made every gaze lifted toward him recoil as though scorched.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as thick fog before a storm.

"Damn it. Him again!"

In the middle of the line, a brawny man from Sky Palace Fortress forced out the words through clenched teeth, his fists cracking as he tightened them.

Beside him, a female disciple of the Moon Concealment Sect had gone pale, not from injury, but from humiliation and fear.

She bit down hard on her lower lip until it nearly bled, clutching a still-warm storage bag in her hand so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

Nearby, several junior sisters from her sect avoided one another's eyes, their bodies trembling faintly as though they had recalled the horrifying sight of a senior sister