"Brother Ming, are you really leaving?"
Luo Juerao watched Tan Heming pack his bags, his heart filled with anxiety and sorrow.
But he dared not show it.
He knew Tan Heming was suffering more than anyone else.
It had been two months since he lost his spiritual power, and the Association could no longer hold back.
His argument with his teammates had been revealed, and now some wanted Tan Heming to temporarily step down. He definitely wouldn't be part of this year's competition.
But they all knew the real problem wasn't that. Taking a break from competition for a year or two wasn't a big deal.
The serious issue was the Black Tortoise Card Tan Heming possessed.
Tan Heming didn't pause his packing; he merely curled his lips. "No worries, I'm just going back to rest for a bit."
He sounded relaxed, but the weariness hidden beneath his tone was still audible.
