"Have you heard... of Su Wensheng?" Su Ming'an touched his own face.
The World Master's gaze was confused, staring at Su Ming'an's face, as if in deep thought, yet also blank.
It seems the World Master's brain injury was severe, his memory so jumbled, he even forgot about the alliance.
Just then, footsteps approached, as a thin-faced man dragged in a group of people bound with ropes, reporting with cupped hands: "World Master, the residents who spread rumors earlier have been captured, they are here at your disposal."
The bound people had towels stuffed in their mouths, eyes full of tears, continuously whimpering. Su Ming'an saw a somewhat familiar face— it was that maid who guided him into the city.
"...So noisy." The World Master leaned against the deity statue, yawning, and coldly glanced at the thin-faced man: "Who let you bring these things into the hall?"
