As Disciple's Rules pressed down toward him, Zhuge Yuan, whose body was utterly unable to move, was filled with despair.
The gap between enemy and ally was simply too vast now. He had no chance of escaping at all.
Yet at the instant the book covered his face, Zhuge Yuan suddenly felt a heat flare in his chest.
Then, in the very next moment, the other party was inexplicably bounced away, and he could move again.
After staring blankly for a moment, Zhuge Yuan lowered his head to look at his chest and saw a white glow shaped like a blurry beast's head gradually dimming.
Zhuge Yuan recognized that beast's head and blurted out, "Teacher?"
That head bore the features of Teacher, who had taught him in the village how to raise himself.
Warmth surged through Zhuge Yuan's heart. It seemed Teacher had not truly felt at ease letting him venture out alone after all, and had secretly left a safeguard on him.
But this was not the time to be moved. He still had not escaped.
Glancing at the old man, who was staring at his own palm in shock, Zhuge Yuan immediately spun around and ran outside without hesitation.
After everything that had happened before, how could Zhuge Yuan not know that this was no good place? He had to leave as quickly as possible.
Minglun Hall was vast, but fortunately Zhuge Yuan had worked here for a while. After winding through countless turns, he finally found the place where books were aired out.
Yet the moment he stopped, there was not the slightest joy on his face. He had been surrounded.
Several scholars with longswords at their waists tucked their hands into their long sleeves and approached him in groups of two and three, their expressions impassive.