"Take me through the level?"
In the corridor, the pitchman looked at Fu Qian with a mix of surprise and suspicion. He clearly hadn't expected him to make such a proposal.
"What's wrong? You should still have a way to come in with me, right?"
Fu Qian looked at him with a beaming smile.
"I do, but—"
"I know. I don't need your help this time."
"I can feel that my moment hasn't come yet—"
"That's fine. Getting some practice in is good, too."
"Any other questions?"
Fu Qian stared at the pitchman in front of him, smiling faintly.
For now, he remained highly cautious about whether this man was friend or foe.
There were too many inexplicable things about this mission, and this Nightmare Corridor was something he'd never heard of before.
The stranger things got, the less likely Fu Qian was to let the pitchman lurk in the shadows.
He was going to make him come along, no matter what, and watch how he reacted.
If the man refused to go with him, Fu Qian didn't mind standing there in a standoff for a while.
Come to think of it, last time in the Heart-Questioning Sword Prison, hadn't he counted seven nines?
He could try to beat that this time.
His abilities had recovered now, and he could use Transcendence whenever he wanted. The initiative was his.
"All right. Since you're so determined."
The pitchman gazed into Fu Qian's eyes, seeming to see his resolve.
"Then I'll accept your token of gratitude."
"That's more like it!"
Fu Qian's smile grew even brighter as he pointed behind the door.
"Can we just go in together?"
"That might not bring us to the same place, and I can't enter in this form right now."
As he spoke, the pitchman's body