"Bai Zihan, he isn't playing a prank, right?"
Bai Xueqing muttered as she waited for Bai Zihan to show up.
She was well-aware that he wouldn't be scared by someone like Lu Xiangyuan, but she also knew him well enough to know that he might not take this fight seriously.
For Bai Zihan, it might just be some insignificant stuff, but for the rest, it was an important fight that might change the influence in the Heaven Sword Sect.
Chu Ziyan didn't know for sure either.
Everyone else began the count in their mind.
Ten breaths.
Each one passed heavier than the last.
By the fifth breath, the crowd's murmurs had grown restless.
By the seventh, whispers had turned into open ridicule.
"Looks like he really ran."
"He actually didn't dare show up…"
Even the Sect Leader's Faction members exchanged bitter, resigned expressions—as if they could already feel the political blow crashing down on them.
Elder Wu Heng's smile deepened, smug and satisfied.
