Hope of recovery?
At those words, Xu Tianran gripped the handles on both sides of his wheelchair so tightly that faint cracks appeared in them.
A trace of hope flashed through his eyes as well.
After a moment of excitement, he slowly exhaled and regained his composure.
"We can't rush this. With this useless body of mine, I'd be an obvious burden if I entered the battlefield. Even if I forcibly arranged for a group of guards to help me kill Abyss Creatures, it would inevitably invite gossip."
As he spoke, bitterness appeared on his face.
Though he held absolute power and was already the emperor of the continent's only empire, he still had to act with such caution.
His gaze shifted from the Abyss Gate to the figure sitting cross-legged atop the Tree of Life's roots not far away. Deep within his eyes, a flicker of killing intent flashed.
"To change this situation, we need the right to set the rules. Many of the rules here still haven't been stabilized. Other than contribution points, the rest of the system has yet to be established."
Ju Zi listened quietly as Xu Tianran spoke, offering no opinion of her own.
Her gaze swept across the plains. Whenever she happened to spot that figure she cared about, a hint of concern flashed in her eyes.
"Ju Zi, go speak with Yan Shaozhe of Shrek Academy again."
Ju Zi turned around, pushed Xu Tianran's wheelchair around, and headed toward the forest.
Within a canyon where the Abyss Gate could not be seen directly, orderly rows of tents had been erected. Soul Masters in standard academy uniforms moved back and forth—it was Shrek Academy's encampment.
Inside the massive tent at the center, surrounded by the others, Yan Shaozhe and the elders of the Sea