Yu Shujun, just less than five hundred meters from the final destination, received a message from Wen Nan.
At that time, Yu Shujun had already regrouped with his members, found a shelter, and was preparing for the final sprint.
The notification sound in his mind distracted Yu Shujun once again.
Bringing up the chat box, there was no message, just a system alert—
["Master-Self-righteous fool" withdrew a message]
Seeing this, Yu Shujun frowned, his expression turning somber.
That fool, even when speaking incorrectly, would never withdraw a message.
Without much hesitation, Yu Shujun sent a message—
[Slave-Jun: What did you want to say]
After clicking send, a red "!" appeared next to the message.
The shadow on Yu Shujun's face grew even darker—their chat system was bound with the golden emblem, having the highest communication privileges in this game world, no instance map could block their chat messages.
Unless…
