One breath...
Three breaths...
Ten breaths...
Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion was silent, while Kong Yuhen's heart quivered with unease.
Xu Xiaoshou's face finally flushed red. After letting out a long breath, he set down the Origin True Stele and drew Hidden Pain.
Now, it was time for last words.
"Wait!"
Kong Yuhen swiftly retreated to the foot of the wooden stairs, clearly ready to flee upstairs at the slightest disagreement. He raised a hand, signaling him not to act rashly. "I remembered—there is still one step, the final step!"
Final after final—how many finals could there be?
I lived waiting for the final step; all things turned to wasted delay.
Xu Xiaoshou clenched his back teeth and pressed forward step by step. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and drove Kong Yuhen to the foot of the stairs.
Kong Yuhen flipped onto the wooden stairs. Only after hiding halfway up did he dare stop, clutching the railing as he shouted:
"It really is the final step!"
"If it had been an ordinary method of borrowing, you would already have succeeded."
"But what you used just now was the forceful-borrowing method. The Origin True Stele had gone unused for too long, and I forgot the rough procedure too. Only when you used it did I remember all this..." he explained in a rush.
Xu Xiaoshou also leaped onto the stairs. Hidden Pain trembled with a whine, greatly interested in slaying Ten Seat Holders.
In its achievement collection, there was currently only one Ai Cangsheng—ten awaited nine.
"Trust me!" Kong Yuhen was only half a step from the second floor. He spun anxiously at the corner of the stairs.
Xu Xiaoshou still stopped.
After all, they truly had not reached the point of crossing blades.
"This had better really be