Under the cover of night, Yu Sheng raced through the Demon Domain.
Several white apes chased him frantically. Every so often, a wild beast appeared on the grassland, watching Yu Sheng with greedy eyes.
Then it joined the army pursuing and intercepting him without hesitation.
Yu Sheng kept weaving through them.
From time to time, he teleported out of the demons' sight and concealed himself.
But he was soon discovered again.
A protracted chase was unfolding.
The sky gradually brightened.
Ink City had already appeared far off in the distance.
More and more people followed behind.
Most remained silent.
They came in bewilderment and confusion, seeking an outcome.
Behind them, those who gloated and were ready to show off their abilities rubbed their hands together, unable to contain their excitement.
At last...
The stream of people poured into Ink City.
Compared to their anger and agitation upon first hearing the news a few days earlier, most people had now regained their composure.
They simply followed the crowd or scrolled online, waiting for a final answer.
An answer to tell them that the faith they and generations of their ancestors had held since birth was right.
Only a tiny minority grew increasingly agitated and angry.
Because they had discovered that doing so drew others' attention, as though they were heroes.
With his head slightly lowered, A Tai walked out through Ink City's gates.
He went forward.
One after another, local residents of Ink City joined the torrent behind him.
At last, they reached the square in the city center.
The place where he had once competed.
The arena had already been dismantled.
A Tai stood in the middle of the empty square without a word.
Sun Wen and the others surrounded him.
People kept pouring in.
They waited quietly.
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