Felix sighed to himself. How did he end up running into Chelsea right before leaving?

"Did you need something?" he asked.

Though Chelsea was still cold as ever, he somehow sensed a hint of warmth in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"I've been following you for more than 20 days."

Shocked, Felix's expression immediately turned guarded. Even with sensory perception limited to 160 feet in this place, any movement or the slightest sound shouldn't have escaped his notice. Yet, someone had tracked him for over 20 days without him detecting a thing.

Chelsea was truly terrifying. Felix commented, "That's quite a hobby you've got."

She raised her hand to point at something. She left him with one sentence before vanishing in a flash of light. "Next time we meet, I'll spare your life."

Felix's face twitched in frustration. Who did she think she was?

The scene changed. Felix found himself in a room surrounded by stone walls. Besides a bed, there was no other furniture—the des