"Boss, why are we running away in the middle of the night?"
Oscar panted as he spoke, carrying the refined iron pot on his back.
He had already gone to bed and warmed up his blankets when Yu Chen suddenly shook him awake and dragged him out of the sect without another word.
"Classes start tomorrow. Running to the academy will count as training."
Yu Chen spoke without looking back.
Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian had come to him and immediately asked him to become the next sect master, giving him quite a fright.
Although neither of them had insisted, Yu Chen still felt uneasy.
What if they changed their minds and draped the imperial yellow robe over his shoulders...
For most people, becoming the master of one of the Upper Three Sects would naturally be a tremendous blessing, but he simply disliked the feeling of being bound.
Besides, he had not left without saying goodbye.
He had left a letter.
"Run to the academy? Heavens, just kill me!"
Oscar let out a wail.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was quite far from Heaven Dou City; the journey took half a day by carriage.
At their speed, running there would take at least an entire night.
Especially with weights on their backs.
"Oscar, don't talk like that. You're a man who's going to become a Titled Douluo."
Yu Chen spoke with a smile and picked up his pace.
"Koo-gah-"
A few cries from nocturnal birds rang out in the distance, echoing through the valley.
"Boss, wait for me!"
His soul power surged out, and his first soul ring lit up.
"I Have a Big Sausage!"
A steaming Big Sausage appeared in his hand.
Oscar swallowed the sausage in one bite. Warmth spread through his limbs, and he hurriedly quickened