When Yu Mo returned to the room, he discovered that Zong Ren had already been dumped inside at some point.
As for Yu Sheng and Shi Guang, they were nowhere to be found.
Yu Mo looked helpless. "They... really are wary."
"They... are afraid of me?"
Confucian Scholar pointed at himself and asked in confusion.
Yu Mo nodded.
"Then are they bad people?"
Confucian Scholar asked again.
Yu Mo shook his head.
Confucian Scholar suddenly knitted his brows, looking terribly nervous. "Good people can't be afraid of me. I need to gather incense offerings. I need to become an immortal..."
"Where are they? I'll go find them."
"I'll explain..."
"Yes, I need to explain..."
Confucian Scholar paced back and forth, muttering nonstop.
At one point, he even scratched his head in agitation.
Yu Mo watched Confucian Scholar silently, suddenly feeling...
He was still very simple-hearted.
Yet although Confucian Scholar was mad, he knew a great deal.
For instance, during his conversation with the blind old man just now, he had inadvertently revealed many details.
Unfortunately...
Confucian Scholar was merely mad, not stupid.
It was just that his goals and ideals seemed far too fanciful to others, making him look foolish.
At least, when the blind old man had spoken with him earlier, he hadn't gained the upper hand and had even been at a slight disadvantage.
"It's just their personalities."
"As long as you're patient, they'll accept you sooner or later."
Watching Confucian Scholar grow increasingly agitated, Yu Mo spoke with some helplessness.
"Patient?"
"Oh, right, patience!"
"Yes, that's it, patience! I need to prove to them that I'm a good person, that I'm going to save this false world!"
"Then they'll gradually accept me."
"That's right, that's right."
"You're so clever!"
Confucian Scholar cheered up again and gave Yu