"Teacher..."
Yu Mo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked at Ji Hong in midair. Surprise flickered in his eyes, his hands unconsciously clenched, and his body trembled slightly.
"Why so suddenly..."
"It shouldn't be like this..."
"It shouldn't be like this."
"Decades of restraint, and when it finally erupts, there's not a sound."
"You..."
"You don't have to."
"You really don't have to..."
Yu Mo murmured to himself. His usually calm gaze had become extraordinarily agitated. His nails dug into his flesh, and a few drops of blood fell onto his wheelchair.
"Remember, no matter how long you've laid the groundwork for something, no matter how much you've given, when the moment comes to set it in motion..."
"You need only act without a sound to unleash the momentum of a thunderbolt."
"Too much buildup will only needlessly increase the risk of failure."
In a daze, Yu Mo recalled those words Ji Hong had spoken while smiling and stroking his head when he was little. A tear silently slipped from the corner of his eye.
"I... why did I forget this..."
"Why..."
"The things you said, I... I was supposed to remember them."
"I..."
Yu Mo seemed somewhat incoherent. Then he abruptly turned toward the Confucian Scholar. "Whatever he's going to do, stop him... stop him!!!"
"Please... please!!!"
The Confucian Scholar had never seen Yu Mo so distraught. Even when Yu Mo himself faced certain death, he could still calmly meet the gaze of the god of death.
But now...
He saw pleading in Yu Mo's eyes.
The Confucian Scholar slowly raised his head and looked at Ji Hong above the Demon Clan's Main Base. Several Demon Gods were around him, and Ji Hong himself was a Demon God too.
"I..."
The Confucian