The gale stung his face.
At such high speeds, without the protection of Dao Essence, it was almost like being tortured.
Amid the howling wind, Lin Zhengren felt immense pain in his flesh.
Someone had him by the scruff of his neck, gripping him as one would a dog—holding him in such humiliating fashion. His limbs hung stiffly in the air...
He had no time to worry about his appearance.
All his thoughts had to go toward the most pressing question—
How could he survive?
At the Yellow River Assembly, a Prodigy representing his country had been devoured by the Blood Ghost's backlash and withdrawn before the fight even began. He had earned a spot in the main competition, yet never even set foot on the stage.
The Zhuang Kingdom had become the laughingstock of All-Under-Heaven.
The Zhuang Kingdom had spent generations striving to reach the River Viewing Terrace.
It might take even longer to wash away this humiliation.
As a citizen of the Zhuang Kingdom, Lin Zhengren did not truly share in the disgrace. But he forced himself to feel it. Only by understanding the full extent of his country's humiliation could he more deeply understand Du Ruhui's fury. And only by understanding Du Ruhui's fury could he find a way to survive.
So he closed his eyes against the wind, tears streaming down his face. He was a Prodigy of the Zhuang Kingdom, a man who could usually look down on his peers. Now he was utterly wretched, and utterly humiliated.
Du Ruhui was always eager to win people over with favors, but he had shown Lin Zhengren not the slightest respect. That was because he had already given up on him completely.
Now Lin Zhengren tried to feel what Du Ruhui felt, and the sorrow overwhelmed him