บท 150: Toxic Competions

"I apologize you had to witness this barbarism here. We would get you a carriage, but sadly, none are running at this moment... miss?"

||Snap out of it, Ling Yue, later... not now. Don't create a ruckus; take it easy.||

"Oh, shit! Is that HIM? It's TOTALLY HIM!" Fangluan also noticed the seer and at once made a sprint for him, and Ling Yue, having her excuse, followed.

The Jaegal servant was confused for a while but then ran after them as well.

Sadly, the crowd would not give. The servant grabbed hold of Ling Yue, preventing her from entering the crowd, and as for Fangluan, he had as much luck as Ling Yue, for he, who was not restrained, still could not manage to break through and into the crowd.

"Calm, miss. You can't just go running into a crowd of pesantry mobs, no matter what or who," the servant warned Ling Yue in almost a scolding tone.