Staring at the *Rules for Disciples* pressing down toward him, Zhuge Yuan was filled with utter despair, his body completely paralyzed. The difference in strength between them was simply too great; he didn't have the slightest chance to escape.
But in the instant the book landed on his face, Zhuge Yuan suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his chest. The next moment, the old man was inexplicably thrown back, and Zhuge Yuan found he could move again.
Stunned, Zhuge Yuan lowered his head to look at his chest. A blurry, beast-like head made of white light was gradually fading. He recognized that beastly head and couldn't help but blurt out, "Master?"
That was the face of the Master who had taught and raised him in the village. Zhuge Yuan's heart warmed. It seemed his Master hadn't been entirely at ease letting him wander freely. He had secretly left a safeguard on him.
But this was no time for sentiment. He still hadn't escaped.
