She continued unhurriedly, her tone calm yet laced with irony. "If someone threw both of you into danger on purpose, then sat back and watched like spectators. How would you feel?"
At that instant, all doubt vanished from Miel and Sebastian's eyes.
She knew.
Not only had she sensed their presence, but she had connected everything—the Nether Wolf pack, the timing, the silent observation.
A chill ran through them.
This was no ordinary Sixteen-year-old girl.
Even experienced cultivators would never have traced the scheme back to them. Yet she had seen through it all, cleanly and decisively.
This took them back to that moment when Zora gazed toward them after killing the Nether Wolf King. Back then, they didn't think too much of it, but now, they realize that she indeed looked in their direction.
For a brief moment, the two tutors felt something rare.
It was a shock at first.
Then—excitement.
Miel's eyes brightened. Sebastian's lips slowly curved into a smile.
