"Two at Table 4—both are around Rank-7. Not troublesome but worth taking notice, considering their auras were quite thick."
"Table 11 and Table 7—mediocre. No need to pay attention to them."
"But at Table 3…" Orion couldn't help but narrow his eyes, staring at those four, who had soul energy reserves comparable to Rank-8.
Orion's fingers lightly tapped the table, his brow creasing beneath the mask as he stared at the woman who was covering most of her face with a veil. In the center, her soul energy reserves might be in the same realm as theirs, but Orion could sense heavy killing intent emitting from her. It was so strong despite masking it that he wondered how many lives she had taken.
Orion's eyes stayed on the pale-faced, exotic-looking beauty for a while. As if sensing his gaze, the woman looked back. She narrowed her eyes faintly, lips curling upward just enough to suggest a smirk.
