He Was the True Grand Marshal!

It wasn't just Cheng Shi pulling him up—Qin Xin was climbing quickly too. Before long, the burly Hunter had reached Cheng Shi. One hand gripped the door while the other supported himself against the edge, and he was just about to climb up.

But at that moment, Cheng Shi frowned deeply and reached out, directly barring Qin Xin from entering.

Qin Xin froze and looked at Cheng Shi in bewilderment. "You're still suspicious of me?"

Cheng Shi shook his head, lowering his raised hand flat. With a solemn expression, he said:

"I'm very quick to trust people, but this has nothing to do with trust.

If you want to come in, you need to pay the entrance fee first."

"???" Qin Xin was dumbfounded. He blinked, and only after several seconds did he realize what the so-called entrance fee was.

Wait, Fate Weaver, you really have become Filth and Decay?

I had even started deceiving myself, convincing myself that my poor eyesight had prevented me from seeing through Destiny, and that you, Fate Weaver, might merely be wearing Filth and Decay's outer shell to conceal the essence of Nothingness. Who would have thought you'd been waiting for me here?

Yes, you did save my life, but this money... why does handing it over feel so awkward?

Qin Xin's face darkened. He gave Cheng Shi a strange look. Though they were within arm's reach and he could leap up in a single step, and though he was certain he could push the door open in front of Cheng Shi without the slightest effort, he did not do so. Instead, he chose to compromise.

As for whether this compromise was to "buy his life" or for some other reason, no one knew. His expression was simply too complicated.

Under Cheng Shi's unwavering