Night fell, and the members of the Flaming Red Squad were making final adjustments.

As for Shen Yanxiao, she was crouched in her room and calmly absorbed the dark nuclei.

The Dragon God sat on one side with his legs crossed, eating the snacks he extorted from Taotie. From time to time, he wanted to say something, but he was forced to swallow his words by a certain great god with a warning look.

Did he have to be so fierce? Didn’t he just want to chat casually? It would not disturb Shen Yanxiao’s training. Did someone have to be so strict?

The Dragon God, who wanted to protest very much, could only listen there quietly because he could not beat a certain domineering great master.

“There’s a strange smell.” The Dragon God suddenly frowned.

Xiu glanced at him.

The Dragon God immediately shrunk his neck.

At that moment, someone knocked on Shen Yanxiao’s door. The hurried knocking disturbed her from her cultivation. She opened her eyes and looked at the few people in the room before she stood up to open the door.

These days, the members of the Flaming Red Squad often came to her room to report the results of their matches, but every time, they did not find Xiu and the Dragon God sitting in the room. Xiu’s boundary completely blocked the vision of these undead teenagers. Thus, Shen Yanxiao did not think much of it and directly went to open the door.

However, the moment the door was opened, Shen Yanxiao was stunned.

A handsome young man with a reserved expression stood outside the door. The uneasy expression on his face did not match his luxurious attire.

“Prince Mingye?” Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Mingye in surprise.

Shen Yanxiao had not seen Mingye since that day when they met in the inn. What was he doing here?

Was it really because Mingye’s body was affected by her power?

Xiu’s speculation surfaced in Shen Yanxiao’s mind.

Mingye looked at Shen Yanxiao, and his handsome facial features were a little stiff. It was a very abrupt thing to visit a girl’s room late at night.

“Your name is Yan Di?” Mingye calmed down his tangled heart and looked at Shen Yanxiao with a gentle smile on his face.

“Yes.” Shen Yanxiao nodded.

“Will you be there tomorrow?” Mingye asked.

“What?”

Mingye cleared his throat and said, “I heard that your students are also participating in this selection competition, and they have already entered the top eight. Tomorrow, they will compete in the final round, and you don’t seem to have gone to see their matches before. Tomorrow… Because it is the top eight, my father will be going. Are you… going there too?”

Mingye’s voice was very soft, but it carried a trace of tension.

Shen Yanxiao frowned and looked at Mingye. She did not understand at all. This Prince Mingye came to her in the middle of the night just to ask her if she would watch her students’ matches tomorrow? Why did this sound so strange?

Furthermore…

Wasn’t Mingye’s father the Undead Lord?

What did the presence of the Undead Lord have to do with her?

Shen Yanxiao could not understand what the prince was trying to express.

In the room, Xiu leaned against the wall only an arm’s length away from Shen Yanxiao. There was no change in his calm expression.

On the other hand, the Dragon God sitting opposite Xiu had a sneaky expression on his face. He looked at Mingye outside the door and then at the calm Xiu, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Something was wrong! Something was wrong!

Why did the tone of this undead prince sound more and more…