"You—"
Lin Feng had never expected the mysterious Literary Scholar to react like this.
Wasn't he deliberately trying to latch onto her?
She secretly took a deep breath and adjusted her state of mind.
Lin Feng said, "We have business to attend to. Outsiders, stand back."
She had driven him away so obviously, yet the mysterious Literary Scholar seemed unable to understand human speech or read the room. "This old man won't look. Even if I did, I wouldn't casually leak a single detail about the young gentleman's important affairs. I still understand this little bit of human decency."
Lin Feng's eyes suddenly widened.
For a long while, she couldn't force out a single curse.
Should she attack?
She couldn't beat him.
Even if she wanted to make a move, she had to wait until after killing the target.
Should she not attack?
Was she supposed to let some stranger of unknown origins follow them?
Lin Feng's emotions churned complicatedly. She snorted angrily, waved for the guards to leave, and hurried to recuperate and restore her qi.
The mysterious Literary Scholar followed along as well.
He acted familiar enough to make one click one's tongue in amazement.
Lin Feng glared at him. He said, "Rations."
Lin Feng swallowed back what she was about to say.
She called to the guards, "Give him some."
The mysterious Literary Scholar had not been deceiving Lin Feng entirely. His rations and waterskin really were nearly empty. He would not have been in such dire straits originally, but the two groups pursuing him had refused to let up. During the melee, weapons smeared with golden-juice poison had slashed through his rations and waterskin. Most of them had been ruined, leaving only enough for another two or three days. In this vast wilderness, both food and