Three days had passed since they entered the Land of Inferno.
Yuan suddenly noticed the cultivator's pace quickening, as though impatience—or something else—was driving him forward.
"Is there something wrong?" Yuan asked him.
"W-What?" The cultivator muttered as he turned to face Yuan, looking startled by the question.
"You're speeding up, almost like you cannot wait to arrive at our destination."
"Isn't that obvious? The faster we reach our destination, the faster I get to go home," he said.
Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke, "What are you hiding? It'd be in your best interest to tell me the truth before you do something stupid."
"I'm not hiding anything!" the cultivator snapped, his tone firm—but the flicker of nervousness in his eyes betrayed him.
Yuan fell silent for a moment before speaking again, "Let's see… What are the chances that instead of taking me to the Burning Tree like I told you, you're actually bringing me to another location?"
