"What became of His Highness Evan? Is he still alive?" queried one of the spectators.
"It's hard to say," replied the elderly cultivator, a mysterious glint in his eyes. His dark, foggy gaze held a certain intrigue.
Wait a minute, someone with black eyes in the Imperial Frost Clan? That's odd!
But amidst the intense battle between Evan and the demon, nobody seemed to notice this peculiar detail. Had anyone caught on, it would have certainly raised some questions.
Annika stood among the spectators, her hands clasped together and her eyes closed. She was silently praying to the Moon Goddess, fervently requesting Evan's safety in her heart. Though she had never directly expressed her feelings to him, it was apparent to her best friend that she harbored a deep affection for him. The last thing she wanted was for him to be harmed.