On the road.
Mo Ye, utterly despairing of life, was tied up with a whip by Ye Wu, swaying as he hung off her shoulder.
As if that weren't bad enough.
Swaying a bit was fine, he supposed—but when he looked back, there were four people behind him glaring like tigers eyeing prey.
The expressions on those four faces…
Somewhere between envy and a hint of wariness.
Mo Ye really wanted to ask the heavens—is this reasonable?
Are they actually envious of my current situation?!
Mo Ye was so embarrassed by their stares, his body started flickering in and out, almost slipping into stealth mode now and then.
The four behind were whispering to each other.
"Look, look, Mo Ye's going invisible again."
"He's visible again!"
"Invisible again!"
"Let's make a bet—how many times will he go invisible before the journey's over?"
Mo Ye could vaguely hear bits of their chatter, his embarrassment making him flicker brighter and brighter.
All the way there.
