Elder Mu finally, with immense, agonizing effort, forced his head upward.
He stared at Shen Haoran for a long, heavy moment, his eyes filled with a complicated vortex of fear, humiliation, and deep, lingering resentment.
The realization that he had just been spared like a minor nuisance by a freshman, and that his ultimate cowardice had been fully witnessed by Ye Hongyan, was a spiritual wound that would take centuries to heal.
Without uttering a single word to reclaim his dignity, he turned around sharply on his heel, his figure blurring as he vanished directly into the dense, swirling crowds of the grand avenue, fleeing the scene of his absolute disgrace.
The heavy, suffocating pressure of the Saint completely dissipated from the plaza, allowing the terrified ambient atmosphere to finally breathe again.
The moment the old man disappeared, Haoran reached into his storage ring, taking out a small, intricately carved jade vial from his personal storage space.
