The Person on the Wall was in terrible shape.
It seemed he had paid no small price when he clashed with that Flesh and the Crown. He probably could not hold on much longer.
The head condensed from Gray Mist opened its eyes and stared fixedly at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan looked back at him, too. Neither of them spoke at the first moment.
Lu Yuan was in no hurry. His connection to the Sea of Knowledge was still there; he could pull out and leave at any time.
By comparison, the one who should be anxious was the one opposite him. He himself could abandon Bronze City's current max-level state, but could the Person on the Wall abandon that enormous head of his?
From what had happened in Bronze City earlier, it was clear the Person on the Wall could never cast aside this head that was still lodged atop the Tower of Erudition.
At last, the Person on the Wall was the first to speak. His voice surged out from the head condensed of Gray Mist, and this time it no longer had that ancient, dry rasp from before. Instead, a hint of weakness seeped through his words.
"Thou... hast called my name. Why?"
Lu Yuan ignored his question. He only studied the ever-increasing cracks on the head. After several breaths, he finally spoke at a leisurely pace.
"Did you take the last fragment?"
The Person on the Wall fell silent for a moment. "Hast thou come to take that final fragment?"
Lu Yuan did not answer.
In the end, the Person on the Wall nodded. "Yes. I took it."
"How did you take it?"
The Person on the Wall had no intention of hiding it. "By borrowing the hands of the Grey Covenant, and taking it by