"Gone?"
After leaving the Malevolent Ghost Building, Jiang Qiao quickly returned to Yue City and entered the Connecting Corridor.
When the River of History encountered Liu Ping.
Liu Ping had told Jiang Qiao a great deal about the Connecting Corridor.
Now that he had returned to this familiar place.
It really was much more convenient.
The only pity was that Liu Ping and the Paper Figure Maker were nowhere to be found.
Obviously.
After the battle at the Malevolent Ghost Building, the Paper Figure Maker had gauged Jiang Qiao's strength. Although he had not known that Jiang Qiao was so familiar with the Connecting Corridor, out of caution, he had still chosen to retreat.
That had saved his own life.
Jiang Qiao had come here.
Precisely to kill him.
"What a pity."
Jiang Qiao strolled across the wasteland and shook his head regretfully.
That fellow.
No wonder he had managed to survive for so many years.
He really knew how to hide.
But it did not matter. If he could not find the Paper Figure Maker, he could always look for another old acquaintance.
He raised his head.
An iron gate covered in rust appeared ahead.
He had reached the edge of the wasteland.
Beyond it lay an endless void and darkness, as though he were standing at the edge of the universe. Apart from an unimaginably vast emptiness, there was nothing else.
The void, huh?
Jiang Qiao was already very familiar with it.
Of course.
He was also very familiar with that iron gate. It led to Durahan's castle. He had visited before and received a warm welcome.
Since he was already here.
He might as well go and offer his thanks.
With that thought in mind.
He pressed against the iron gate and suddenly shoved it with all