While traversing the sea floor, Han Yu didn't forget to remain constantly aware of the commotion on the surface.
After traveling less than a hundred miles, the sea floor began to slowly plunge into darkness.
Is it night already?
So soon?
Only then did Han Yu realize, with hindsight, that he'd been chased for an entire day.
This was an unprecedented experience.
"Isn't it thrilling?"
The Artifact Spirit leaned against Ping, speaking with a smirk.
Han Yu's face darkened. Thrilling, my ass. It was another day of risking my neck.
Since starting out, he barely had a day of peace, and damn, sixty years of bad luck with no end in sight!
So tired!
"Pressure is what drives your constant rise. Competing with your peers is pointless. As long as they don't kill you, the next time you meet, you can finish them off."
The Artifact Spirit comforted him twice.
Han Yu inevitably coughed dryly a few times; this pie was too dry, easy to choke on.
