For some reason, the heretics of the Withered Glory Society were all a bunch of sorry specimens. Just look at the Grey Covenant-every last one of them was absurdly strong. If the Person on the Wall hadn't screwed them over, they probably would have escaped long ago. Compared to them, the Withered Glory Society really was pathetic.
With their physical strength, they would never catch him if they chased him from behind, not in this lifetime. Their only chance was to station people ahead of him and cut him off.
Hearing this, Frey said nothing. She merely adjusted her grip on Lu Yuan's back, doing her best not to hinder his movements.
Neither of them spoke for the rest of the journey.
The fog receded farther and farther, revealing more of their surroundings. Gradually, Lu Yuan began to feel as though someone was watching him.
At first, the sensation was faint, barely perceptible. But as the fog dissipated, it grew increasingly distinct, until he could feel gazes falling on him from almost every direction at once.
Lu Yuan frowned slightly.
He had been discovered, and not by just one observer, but by many. Who knew how many heretics in this world had become aware of his presence at that very moment?
Perhaps they no longer need to pass messages around. Do the heretics really have such a powerful hold over this world once the fog clears?
Lu Yuan pondered this silently while trying a change of direction. The gazes fixed on him shifted along with him.
They're coming for me. There's no mistake.
Lu Yuan had tested the unnerving sensation of being watched and confirmed it was real.
At the same time, his keen senses picked up something moving rapidly across the distant terrain, closing in on his position.
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