In the wilderness outside the southern city walls, Sorres led a team, aimlessly searching for any trace of Jue. When they first set out, Sorres was quite optimistic, believing they would easily find Jue's trail just outside the city. But now, having been out for half a day, they found nothing—not even a clue. Still, Sorres wasn't one to accept defeat easily. He was determined to find Jue, and even if he didn't, he would ensure the matter appeared as though he did.

While Sorres and his team were wandering blindly through the wilderness, Jue had already taken off with five boxes, heading toward Carson City at breakneck speed. Within just a few minutes, he had left the hilly terrain and entered the plains. At this point, even if Axing managed to break free, he wouldn't be able to catch up with him. Since Jue already knew Axing's target was these five boxes, he figured it wouldn't be too difficult to guard against him in the future.

As he flew over the plains, Jue's sharp eyes quickly spotted Sorres and his crew running around wildly like headless flies in the wilderness. Jue wasn't particularly fond of Sorres, so he certainly wasn't going to stop and greet him. Without a second thought, he flew right past them. The whistling wind from Jue's flight startled the people on the ground. Sorres, with his odd eyes, was the only one who confidently claimed that the person flying past was Jue, whereas everyone else saw only a streak of blue light.

After all, this squad included superpower users, and even their keen eyesight couldn't discern who was within the blue light, yet Sorres was so sure. Though there weren't many Wind Element superpower users in Carson City, there were at least a dozen or so. Were none of them flying aimlessly outside the city? Why was Sorres so certain that this person was Jue? Just because he and Jue didn't get along?

The group had grown increasingly dissatisfied with Sorres's condescending attitude throughout the journey. Now, he was imposing his subjective notions onto others, further aggravating them. But this time, Sorres happened to be correct— the person who flew past was indeed Jue. However, Sorres hadn't really seen the person within the blue light; he was simply assuming this time.

Watching the blue light flying towards Carson City, Sorres immediately ordered his group to return to the city at top speed, intending to outpace the blue light. His utterly unreasonable command made the group even more disgruntled. Anyone would know that trying to outrun a Wind Element superpower user is utter foolishness, and now Sorres was ordering them to do just that. Despite their discontent, the group knew Sorres was one of Mr. Rui's most trusted men and didn't want to offend him, so they begrudgingly raced back to the city.

By the time the group entered the city, the blue light above had long since vanished. As soon as they arrived, they hurried over to Mr. Rui's residence, and Sorres dashed inside to find him. In his haste, he ran faster than ever, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't escape the fact that he would never be faster than the Wind Element superpower users, or faster than Jue.

When Sorres finally stood in front of Mr. Rui, Jue was already there. Jue had cut his messy hair into a short style, his face clean and close to Yuu's in resemblance, bearing a lazy smile. His attire wasn't extravagant but was extremely neat and clean. Sorres, in his panicked state, didn't notice Jue's change in appearance and blurted out to Mr. Rui, "Sir, Jue ran off with five boxes." He hastily pinned the blame on Jue. He hadn't discovered any news of Jue upon returning, so he refused to let Jue get off lightly.

"Are you talking about these five boxes?" Mr. Rui, sitting in his chair, glanced unhappily at Sorres, pointing at the five elegantly styled boxes on the table. Though Sorres was an outstanding steward, his one flaw was his penchant for speaking without thinking, especially in this situation where he dared to lie with wide eyes.

With Mr. Rui's single comment, Sorres's eyes fell upon the five boxes on the table. Seeing the five elegantly styled boxes nearly made Sorres spit out a mouthful of blood. What had he just said? Jue took off with five boxes, yet here were those boxes. He was lying through his teeth, practically treating Mr. Rui like an idiot or a fool. Sorres's old face turned beet red, unable to utter a word for quite some time. How could he be so unlucky? He had just pinned false accusations on Jue only to end up covered in mud himself.

Jue furrowed his brow slightly from the side, still sporting his lazy smile. He cast a glance at the mortified Sorres and said, "Mr. Sorres, your attempt at framing seems rather clumsy."

Only when Jue spoke did Sorres remember someone else was in the room. He carefully scrutinized the young man before him. At first glance, he thought Yuu stood there, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't Yuu, though he bore a 70% resemblance. Sorres meticulously examined the young man from top to bottom but couldn't recognize who he was. Jue had regained his appearance without presenting himself before Sorres, so it was reasonable that Sorres didn't recognize him.

"Who are you?" Since the person was unrecognized, Sorres felt no need to show respect. He resumed his impertinent demeanor.

"Me?" Jue chuckled, radiating a spring-like warmth with his lazy smile, "I'm the one who supposedly ran off with those five boxes—Jue." He handed the false accusation Sorres had pinned on him, back to Sorres to irk him.

"Jue?" Sorres cried out in surprise. Was this clean person really the Jue who was always scruffy and unkempt? Sorres stared at Jue with disbelief—never had he been so astonished before, but today he had no choice but to be shocked. From the moment he met Jue, he had never seen him dressed like this.

Jue always presented a sloppy, lazy, sleep-loving image to others. Who would have thought this neat person in front of them was Jue? Mr. Rui, however, showed no surprise, evidently having seen Jue like this before.

"You're Jue?" Sorres still couldn't fully believe it. Not that he didn't want to believe, but Jue's transformation was too drastic, further complicated by him pinning accusations on Jue in front of him moments ago. This wasn't an honorable matter in any sense.

"Authentic and genuine." Jue shrugged, his smile still carrying traces of lazy charm.

But to Sorres, this expression seemed mocking. Sorres flushed red, averting his gaze from Jue and fixing it on the silent Mr. Rui. Quickly, another thought crossed his mind, normalizing Sorres's complexion. He eyed the lazily smiling Jue and asked, "Since the boxes are back, what about the thief?" Sorres felt gleeful, quite gleeful. First, the boxes were stolen, then returned, but the thief was nowhere to be seen. What could this imply?

"I killed him." Jue responded tersely.

"Where's the body?" Sorres pursued relentlessly. He aimed to embarrass Jue and expel him.

"Am I sick or something, to haul a corpse back here?" Jue glanced at the obstinate Sorres, aware this man caught him in a mistake and wouldn't let it go without exploitation. Jue knew continuing the senseless argument with Sorres wouldn't yield any fruitful results.

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