Suddenly.
Jun Xinlan's eyelid twitched, and her face filled with disbelief.
Seeing her reaction, the Book-Selling Old Man asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Jun Xinlan said, "Unbelievable. This is unbelievable."
The old man asked, "What is it?"
Jun Xinlan said, "The Dead End trapping us is gone."
"We can escape from here."
The old man said, "What?"
"Really?"
Jun Xinlan said, "Yes. Your Dead End has dissipated too."
The old man asked, "Are you sure?"
Jun Xinlan looked at the players around them and nodded. "I'm sure."
"The Dead End trapping all the players here is gone."
"Your Death Qi, the sign that you were doomed to die, is gone too."
The old man said, "That's wonderful. Does that mean we can leave here?"
Jun Xinlan said, "Yes. That's what Fate's Momentum indicates."
"Since nine this morning, I've sensed a change. Just now, it felt as if every dead end had opened up."
"I don't know what happened."
The old man was puzzled too. "What happened?"
"What else could have happened? What could have let us escape?"
"Can you tell what caused it?"
Jun Xinlan said, "I told you, I can only see the outcome. I can't see the cause or the process."
The old man said, "Could that Wang Yu have contacted the Intelligent Races?"
"No, that can't be right. He couldn't have done it this fast. It would take at least a month or two."
"It must be some other change."
Jun Xinlan said, "There's no point in speculating. Let's go see what's outside."
The old man said, "All right. Let's go."
The two of them headed toward the breach in the city wall, and the other players followed.
The players had been keeping a close eye on Jun Xinlan and the old man. They all knew that