Yellow Springs Severed Its Flow (II)
What an enviable competitive streak. No wonder the dean had personally picked her as the Giant Snake Girl.
Seeing Professor Lisha hesitate for a moment before readily admitting that she would rather endure a little more of the withering than spend time trying to get a small measure of payback, Fu Qian couldn't help admiring the vitality behind her choice.
In fact, ever since they had reached this depth, he had never stopped feeling the withering Professor Lisha had described.
It was a strange power, and her description of it had been remarkably accurate.
It was cold, but not truly frosty—more like life itself was losing warmth.
This silent place was assimilating every living being that entered it. It bypassed the traditional process and directly infused people with an abstract concept belonging to the realm of death.
Its level was high, and it seemed to be an intrinsic property of this place, making it impossible to escape. The one upside was that it was extremely faint.
That was probably why the explorers before them had described it as "difficult to resist."
If it had been any stronger, they would have called it "fatal."
Of course, for him, it was so faint that it barely mattered.
But Lisha, who hadn't even reached demigodhood, obviously couldn't take it so easily.
"Just me?"
Hearing how much the withering was tormenting her, Fu Qian smiled and crossed the bridge to continue deeper in, showing his respect for her fortitude through action. Then he casually asked his question.
For Professor Lisha, who was already gritting her teeth and holding on, the malice of this scene hit her like a wave.
Fortunately, she hadn't expected much from this man's character anyway, and followed him without the slightest hesitation.
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