The moment Fang Han announced, "The Grandmaster Demon has been eliminated," Luo Qi's body went imperceptibly rigid.
She said nothing, asked nothing, and didn't even spare Fang Han a glance.
Her unsettling eyes simply stared at the ground, as if it held something of great interest.
Yet the knuckles of the hand hanging at her side had turned white from how tightly she was clenching it.
The gazes cast in her direction—some overt, some subtle, some intentional, some not—made her feel as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
Her words from yesterday at the valley entrance still echoed in her ears—
'The most important thing for a Tracking Technique is experience.' 'Even I failed, so how could he possibly succeed?' 'Just a twenty-year-old brat.'
Every word was now like a red-hot brand searing itself into her heart.
Fang Han saw Luo Qi, too, his gaze falling upon her cold, impassive face.
