"Damn it, this is the city gate catching fire and the fish in the moat suffering! Ji Ying, that idiot; Meng Feishi, that bastard; Yun Jing, that muddlehead! Damn, what a waste of this fat job of mine. Damn it..." Xu Yi cursed under his breath, furious. He was lamenting Guan Ying and the others' fate.
He had poured everything into escaping that deathtrap, but had no strength left to save Guan Ying and the others. In this situation, they were probably fish thrashing in boiling water. That was the fate of little people: a demonic wind blowing from who knew where could take their lives.
Xu Yi wasn't sighing like a bystander watching a fire across the river. He felt their plight because he was in the same boat. In the current situation, he too was a pitiful, insignificant nobody. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he had still suffered this unforeseen calamity because of the feud between Ji Ying and Meng Feishi.
"Hurry and find a way to get a Restriction Token. With one, you might still be able to escape." Desolate Charm offered his advice. Xu Yi immediately slipped into nearby Xi Chun Pavilion. Dressed as a Yellow Turban Strongman, he aroused no suspicion.
But he knew all too well that this freedom to move about unchecked would end very soon. Trouble had already broken out at Sky Algae Pavilion, and the pursuit would come one wave after another. Finding a secluded spot, he slipped into the Four-Colored Seal. Desolate Charm carried it in his mouth and curled up in a corner, swallowing a great deal of spirit liquid and life wheels. His strength recovered considerably.
Xu Yi crouched in the corner, ready to vanish again at any moment. Doing so would surely damage his vitality, but