"Hmm? Do you need something, Teacher?" Yan Shaozhe asked respectfully after coming back to his senses.
Mu En glanced at him with his cloudy eyes and said softly, "Being overly suspicious is not a good thing."
Yan Shaozhe paused slightly but did not argue.
The scenery rushed past. For some reason, Xing Xiu'er's way of traveling made Zheng Li feel terribly jostled and shaken, yet they were not moving particularly fast.
After more than two hours of dizziness and blurred vision, Xing Xiu'er brought Zheng Li to the northern gate outside Xingluo City.
The moment they stopped, Zheng Li immediately bent over beside the road.
He dry-heaved a few times but did not throw up, because the life force flowing from the Heart of Spirit felt extremely soothing, quickly dispelling his nausea.
Xing Xiu'er looked somewhat embarrassed. She brushed back her slightly disheveled hair and could not help thinking, Was I moving too fast?
"Young Master, are you alright? I'm sor—"
The moment Zheng Li heard "sor," he knew Xing Xiu'er was about to apologize, so he hurriedly said, "Aunt Xing, it's not your fault. It's my own problem."
"But..."
"Let's go in." Zheng Li waved a hand.
With that, he took the lead toward the city gate.
Xing Xiu'er smiled helplessly and followed after him.
There were clearly far more guards at Xingluo City's gates than before, and entering the city required a simple inspection. There was no need to guess that it was because of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.
Zheng Li had nothing on him, so he naturally passed the inspection with ease.
However, he did not notice that several soldiers' expressions became somewhat strange when they saw his face. They did not stop him, though one soldier even had another enter the city,