Separated from the real world atop the emerald mountains, the Scholar and the young man stood a few steps apart.
In the distance, three individuals, almost identical in appearance, stared in this direction.
Luoyu felt as though someone had punched him in the stomach, his mouth twisted as he muttered,
"That Ying fellow, he can't be serious, right? I mean, why does he look so earnest? Hey, hey, hey, he's not really playing for real, is he? Choosing this moment to quit, could this guy be any more offbeat?"
"He can't really be serious, can he?"
"That joke's not funny at all, this isn't real…"
"Quiet down a bit."
A calm and powerful hand landed on his shoulder. Luoyu's face blanked for a moment, then his body suddenly sank, air currents swirling, the unintentional formidable strength from that hand smashed most of his body into the mountain rock.
Only his neck and head were still visible.
