A mist lingered around the figure, like someone who had crawled out of dust and grime, remnants of powder and ash clinging to its body.
It wore a tattered dark green robe, resembling the attire of an Art Student, yet there was something indescribably off about it.
"Pseudo-Human Art Student?! No... it's a Zealot?!"
Lin Yi's heart gave a violent jolt as his hand, hidden behind his back, instinctively tightened into a subtle grip. The sky-blue Secret Mark in his palm began to swirl, as if ready to weave itself into a weapon at any moment.
The Zealot spoke slowly, its tone devoid of any obvious inhuman abnormalities:
"Experience Student? Sports Student? Oh... seems like the latter."
It noticed the faint glow of the sky-blue aura, its eyes flicking briefly toward Lin Yi's hand behind his back.
"Interesting. Very interesting..."
The sinister expression on its face gradually faded, replaced by a stiff, eerie smile.
