"Another... 1,000 meters..."
Zong Ren gazed at the immensely thick city wall barely visible in the distance and muttered to himself, but his eyes grew ever more resolute.
He ran faster and faster. Although he could not summon his Awakening Object or energy, he still sprinted down the street.
Faced with today's grand spectacle, the residents of the Outer City all hid inside their homes, not daring to show their faces.
Let alone come out and intercept Zong Ren.
This could be considered to have created a more favorable environment for him.
The woman behind him continued her relentless pursuit, and she was slightly faster than Zong Ren. The distance between them kept shrinking.
Yu Mo sat in his wheelchair with the enormous city gate behind him, watching this scene from afar, deep in thought.
The Confucian Scholar happened to return to his side just then and stood motionless behind him.
"Finished?"
Yu Mo asked casually, as though making small talk.
The Confucian Scholar nodded lightly. "Yes."
"That makes sense."
"Those fellows with no hope of securing a spot should have settled down by now."
Yu Mo smiled and nodded, asking in a seemingly casual manner, "Did you make a deal with Zong Ren?"
"Who's Zong Ren?"
The Confucian Scholar froze for a moment.
Yu Mo did not answer. He merely gazed at the distant figure, blurred by the great distance.
"Oh."
"Yes."
"He said that if I healed his legs, he'd be very, very grateful to me."
The Confucian Scholar nodded.
Yu Mo propped his chin on one hand and lowered his head slightly, hiding his expression. "So you chose to lie to me?"
"How could I lie to myself?"
The Confucian Scholar was surprised, as though he completely failed to understand what Yu Mo meant. "You're the Guardian