Su Mo ignored the Broken Brush and suddenly burst into a sprint, trying to shake it off.
Wu Pangzi ran for his life in silence beside him...
Their speeding bodies gave off a tremendous roar, as though they were about to tear the void apart.
The forces behind them watched the two fleeing men coldly. Looking at the Broken Brush beside the white-robed Su Mo, their eyes all betrayed a greed determined to claim it.
A brush capable of Mind-Reading had already transcended the bounds of worldly Spirit Artifacts. Calling it a sacred relic would not have been an exaggeration, but they did not know what else it could do besides Mind-Reading.
The Broken Brush flew in front of Su Mo. No matter how fast he ran, it could keep up.
"Look, as long as you acknowledge me as your master, I can leave the Forbidden Land with you."
"I don't want to spend another day in this Forbidden Land. You have no idea how lonely it is for a brush to stay in a Ruined Temple that never sees the light of day."
The Broken Brush chattered endlessly in Su Mo's ear, and he gradually began to feel a headache coming on.
"If you don't know how to acknowledge a master, I can teach you."
"I'm very familiar with this stuff..."
As Wu Pangzi ran, he turned to look at Su Mo, unable to keep deep sympathy from showing in his eyes.
Being singled out by a broken brush like this really was rather pitiful.
Listening to the Broken Brush's endless chatter, Su Mo finally could not take it anymore. He reached out again, grabbed the Broken Brush, placed a seal on it, and tossed it behind him...
The Broken Brush immediately traced an arc through the air, flying