The frozen earth, blown into a layer of thick ice, was difficult to traverse. Zhang Jizu spent a long time before finally stepping into the theater grounds and climbing the long staircase outside.
When he reached the theater entrance, he found a massive theater door standing two people tall. That strange warm light was leaking through the gap between its panels.
Of course, besides the two-person-high door, two people were also standing before it.
As luck would have it, a Fate Weaver was rolling her eyes and complaining about something to a Battle Marshal. It was only when Zhang Jizu approached that the Fate Weaver turned around and began taunting him with a tut:
"Let me see who's here. Oh, it's Old Zhang. What, just because I called you Old Zhang, have your arms and legs really gotten old? Why did you take so long to get here?"
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze moving back and forth between the two before him. After a while, he looked around again, seemingly wondering where everyone else had gone. When he found no sign of them after observing for a moment, he smiled and replied:
"I wasn't slow. I arrived at exactly the right time."
Cheng Shi curled his lips and said irritably, "Can't you tell a compliment from an insult? I was mocking you, and you really thought I was praising you? Do you know how long we've been waiting for you? Time is precious, Squinty Old Zhang."
"Oh? If time were truly precious, you and the Battle Marshal wouldn't be standing here.
"Since you're waiting for me, that means you failed to push this door open before I arrived.
"So I say I came at exactly the right time. Tell me, what do I need to do?"
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