Bai Ye wasn't deliberately assuming the worst. Old Fang was simply too good at putting on an act. Call him frail, and he could spend three straight days using [Word Becomes Law] to detect Pseudo-Humans, with a major battle thrown in along the way.
Call him healthy, though, and he spent every day looking half-dead.
Whenever you thought he was about to give out, he always managed to keep going despite his apparent weakness. Just moments ago, he had even activated his Domain Prototype and transported over a thousand people out.
It left Bai Ye unable to tell whether Old Fang's frailty was real or fake.
He suddenly felt that the Chief Judge was like an electric bike's battery. It looked fully charged, but one twist of the throttle sent the gauge plummeting. Yet even when it looked almost empty, it somehow kept going for ages.
The Chief Judge's Mental Power was a mystery.
"Old Fang's right. The Pseudo-Humans could come after us at any moment. Let's move!" Bai Ye walked over to Pei Qingyue. "Sister Pei, you're an ordinary person. Supporting Old Fang will slow you down too much. Give him to me."
Pei Qingyue nodded and let go of the Chief Judge.
Bai Ye grabbed the Chief Judge, tucked him under one arm, and started walking.
"Hey, hey, hey, my disciple's husband! There's no need for all this trouble. I can walk on my own!"
The Chief Judge struggled free and landed on his feet, then took a couple of steps as if to prove his point. His legs no longer trembled, and his back was straight. Only his eyes held a hint of resentment.
Bai Ye's expression darkened. Schrödinger's Frailty, huh?
He was frail when there was work to do, and frail whenever he saw Pei Qingyue.