"Yes, justice! Mr. Li is the reincarnated Little Medicine King God! He won't ignore us! It's all because of treacherous villains who have deceived him!"
More and more common people rose from the ground, Zhuo San among them, carrying his mother on his back. His expression was indifferent, a Broadsword slung at his waist.
The dense throng of people surged towards the entrance of the Governor Mansion.
Zhuo San had just taken a step when his arm was grabbed. "Third Son!"
Government Official Sun Er appeared silently behind him, his voice low and stern. "What are you trying to do?"
"What I must," Zhuo San said emotionlessly. "Save my mother."
His mother seemed even sicker than yesterday. She lay across Zhuo San's back, her hair disheveled, her forehead slick with sweat, her eyes barely able to open.
"Don't be foolish, this won't save her," Government Official Sun Er advised sorrowfully. "The Governor Mansion is protected by Cultivators. You won't even get to see Mr. Li."
