Early spring.
It was supposed to be the time when the four seasons completed their cycle of life and death. The withering of deep winter had ended, and spring's vitality was about to burst forth. And yet, the city of Shengjing was thick with the grim tension of drawn weapons.
In a hotel suite near the city center.
Chong Shanhu's expression was grave as he asked in a low voice:
"Xiaoke, you and I will be entering the arena soon. Remember to be careful. If you're outmatched, surrender immediately. Those Demon Children are vicious."
At this moment, Zhuge Ke also looked terrible, a hint of panic on her face. She performed a Divination as she said worriedly:
"Of course I know that... You can't be reckless, either. If things look bad, just admit defeat..."
"I'm different."
Chong Shanhu said steadily:
