She kicked open the elevator's ceiling hatch and climbed out.
The steel cables hung down, coated in a thick layer of lubricant. Fighting back her disgust, Fu Hua grabbed a thick cable and climbed upward.
Her nimble, powerful legs pushed against the elevator shaft, producing a steady thud-thud-thud.
Unfortunately, everyone above had been drawn to Zhao Bai and his flying sword. No one noticed the deep echoes coming from the elevator shaft. If they had, they would have been terrified.
Climbing upward was no easy task.
The cables were covered in lubricant. For every five meters she climbed, she slid back three, like a snail trying to crawl out of a deep well.
No matter how slow she was, she would eventually make it up.
Fu Hua saw the sign for the thirty-sixth floor and thrust her hand into the gap between the doors.
She heard a questioning voice.
"You said you were the ninth disciple of the Shenzhou Guardian. Then who is the Shenzhou Guardian?"
A surge of spirit rose within her.
Fu Hua kicked open the elevator doors and adjusted her red-framed glasses with one finger.
"It's me."
Explosion Is Art (1/4)
"Hm?"
Fu Hua had heard Zhao Bai's voice earlier, but his tone was vastly different from usual. It carried an arrogant edge, incredibly chuuni, completely disconnected from his usual image.
Did people become like this after putting on masks?
He was spouting one cheesy line after another.
Forget it. She did not want to interfere, nor was she interested in doing so.
Fu Hua kicked open the elevator doors and rushed inside, driving her foot into the back of the kneeling man.
He had brought this upon himself.
Fu Hua could distinguish that chilling killing intent. This was the man who had shot through the elevator