Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly.
"How do you want to do this?"
"Contact Lu Wuwei for me."
"Alright."
Shen Qingzhu turned and headed for the office door.
"Wait." Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. "Even Nyx, a Supreme God, was trapped in that place. That means it could be extremely dangerous... Lu Wuwei hasn't become a god yet. It's too dangerous for him to go alone.
Have King Mask go with him. If anything urgent happens, he can use Time Reversal directly."
"I'll notify them."
Shen Qingzhu's figure flickered, and he vanished from where he stood.
Once again, Lin Qiye was left alone in the empty office. He returned to his chair and sat down, glancing up at the time.
"About time..."
Lin Qiye pulled open a drawer. Inside was a heavy medicine case, its grooves neatly filled with gray pills.
Looking at those pills, Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly. Still, he took one out and swallowed it. Then he leaned back in his office chair as if he were about to fall asleep.
The next moment, his hands clenched abruptly!
Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from Lin Qiye's temples. Every muscle in his body tightened at once, and pain from the depths of his soul surged into his heart, turning his eyes bloodshot.
At the same time, a languid voice drifted into his ears:
"Painful... so painful~"
"Humans really are fragile. So weak that they have to use such methods just to preserve the slightest possibility of continuation..."
"But what does that change?"
"Zuo Qing took so much medicine, yet when I killed him in the end, wasn't his body and soul still utterly destroyed? He endured that pain so many times for nothing. In the end, it was just a ridiculous act of self-inflicted suffering..."