But how could the young scholar possibly match the woodcutter's strength?
Seeing that he was about to lose his grip, the young scholar cried out in despair, "I'll do it!"
"Brother!"
"I'll do it!"
The woodcutter's movements stopped.
He looked at the young scholar. "Really?"
"You promised me."
The young scholar hesitated.
Feeling the force in his hands, he immediately shouted, "Really!"
"I promise!"
The woodcutter didn't get up right away.
His knees were still bent.
"Then you have to keep your word."
"Swear you'll keep your promise?"
"I swear!"
The young scholar strained to pull the woodcutter up as he shouted.
"I swear..."
"This won't happen again!"
The woodcutter stared at the young scholar for a while.
Just before the young scholar was about to burst into tears, he slowly straightened up.
The young scholar let out a sigh of relief.
But he didn't dare let go of the woodcutter's arm right away.
He kept a tight grip on the woodcutter's arm.
He was truly scared.
If he really let his brother kneel, he'd be struck by lightning.
"Let's go back."
Having gotten the young scholar's promise, the woodcutter decided not to push his luck.
For now, this would do.
He'd promised to give the young scholar three months.
He'd asked the young scholar to keep his word.
He had to do the same.
The young scholar turned around.
Even though things had been like a "landslide and tidal wave" on their side, the Black Monster hadn't been affected in the slightest.
It was still happily gobbling down its food.
It seemed that in its world, nothing mattered more than eating.
The young scholar pressed his lips together.
The Black Monster hadn't even been willing to spare him a glance...