How Could This Be...?!

Moyu gave no clear answer...

But Netero was a shrewd old man. From that one remark, he could tell Moyu intended to do something.

So Netero simply stepped back, curious to see how Moyu could make that smug Qinglin Squad member curse him out.

Truth be told—

The timing was terrible, but Netero found things were getting interesting.

His whim, however, left Moyu secretly alarmed.

Moyu knew Netero was a willful old man.

But he also knew Netero picked his moments.

And now, when every second counted...

The old man seemed to have caught the faintest hint of something, then casually dumped the burden on him.

Was he grasping at straws, or did he believe Moyu could actually do it?

Moyu wasn't in the habit of reading too much into things, but Netero's behavior made him wonder...

That unserious old man couldn't have figured something out, could he?

Moyu's thoughts stalled for a moment.

Netero withdrew his 100-Type Guanyin and, after lamenting that age spared no one, quietly watched Moyu from the sidelines.

Piyon frowned slightly, pondering what Moyu had meant.

A moment later, it clicked.

She remembered Moyu was a Nen Exorcist, along with his absurdly low-key behavior that she didn't even know how to comment on. She understood what he planned to do.

"Kester, you can do it!"

Piyon waved a little fist at Moyu.

I don't care who does it!

Just get me back to a world with internet!

That was what Piyon was thinking.

Moyu ignored Piyon's encouragement and glanced again at the Qinglin Squad member, who could no longer support himself on his feet.

Should he use the hard-won chance to perform Exorcism?

At first, Moyu couldn't decide.

Now he chose to use it and try to break this strange Nen Space.

That way, the