As the sun slowly dipped lower in the horizon, streaks of orange and crimson painted the sky. The maze's gates released more and more contestants, some battered and weary but triumphant, while others stumbled out in shame, their strength spent and their hopes shattered.
Feng Jiao Xue, Mo Tianze, Lu Qing Yue, and Jiang Li stood at the edge of the platform, trying to make up the numbers required for the next round.
They screened each passerby carefully. Anyone whose eyes lingered too long on Lu Qing Yue with greed, infatuation, or dangerous obsession was rejected outright, such people would only bring trouble. When one cultivator sneered at Mo Tianze for his origins, Feng Jiao Xue's fingers twitched with heat, and only Jiang Li's quick intervention prevented her from setting the man ablaze on the spot.
