As Xiao Wuzi's presence faded, Ace exhaled slowly, but the weight pressing against his chest didn't lift.
For the first time in a long while, he felt—insignificant.
All this time, the voice had been repeating the same chilling words.
Pray you win the tournament. The old man intends to really kill you—yet he won't. Not so easily.
Ace clenched his fists.
Why?
Why had Xiao Wuzi first disowned him, only to openly threaten him before an audience?
Was it a show of dominance? A warning? Or was he fishing for hidden enemies, waiting to see who would dare step forward?
Ace couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but deep down, something gnawed at him—a heavy, suffocating feeling that there was an immense grudge between them.
One he had no memory of.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Hua Hua strolled over, exuding his usual carefree arrogance, with Hua Tiger followed closely behind.
