Sun Wen left so abruptly that he did not even give Zhao Zicheng and the others any more time for the sorrow and grief of parting.
He left only the Spiritual Energy filling the sky as his final parting gift.
Even now, none of them could move. They could only watch helplessly, passively "enjoying" the cleansing of Spiritual Energy.
Ten minutes passed.
Zhao Zicheng's face suddenly flushed red. He was clearly reversing his Qi-Blood, trying to forcibly stop this cleansing of Spiritual Energy.
"Do you want to waste even the very last gift of Sun Wen's life?"
A voice abruptly rang out beside Zhao Zicheng's ear.
Yu Mo had already asked all the reporters to leave. Only he remained, sitting in his wheelchair as he slowly approached and spoke to Zhao Zicheng. Then he bent down, carefully lifted the bloodstained school uniform with both hands, and neatly folded it.
At that moment, Zhao Zicheng's gaze at Yu Mo was filled with utter coldness. He slowly closed his eyes.
The others looked at Yu Mo much as Zhao Zicheng did.
But Yu Mo ignored all of it, simply attending earnestly to his own task. Once everything was done, he wheeled himself into a corner and waited quietly.
Finally...
One of the Spiritual Energy vortices in the sky dissipated!
Zhao Zicheng regained the ability to move. He immediately turned and walked over to Yu Mo, his face expressionless. Staring intently at him, he asked, enunciating every word, "Did you know about Sun Wen?"
"Yes."
Yu Mo nodded without hesitation.
"Everything?"
Zhao Zicheng asked again.
"Everything."
"And most of the time, I was the one persuading him to do this, helping him strengthen his resolve."
Yu Mo looked calmly into Zhao Zicheng's eyes as he spoke slowly.
"Mm."
"The Human Race still needs