"Yes, the two of us can't keep carrying him for this long. If we end this war sooner, there won't be any trouble later!" he said.
"We don't have any scrolls with us now. What should we do next?" he said.
The other one fell silent for a while. "Ah, we'll take it one step at a time. Luckily, there's still plenty of time. I hope we'll have better luck with the next step."
"Dongfang Chuan, what's your entrance number? Which direction is it?" Mirai, who had left with Dongfang Chuan, asked in a low voice.
"Number 23, over there. What's wrong, Nara?" Dongfang Chuan asked in confusion.
"I'm number nine, and I'm here. So, based on the principle that people from the same group are scattered apart, Yoshito should probably be in that direction." Mirai smiled and pointed toward Entrance 38 of the circular arena.
"Then let's hurry. That honest fool is probably starving to death by now. I wonder if we should eat the food he makes," Dongfang Chuan said with a laugh.
"I think so. He just chose a different way to eat the food he made, and now he's feeling sick!" Mirai said.
"Let's go! I can't wait to see him!" Dongfang Chuan said. Fortunately, they had avoided disaster.
Mirai and Dongfang Chuan spent nearly another two hours before finding Entrance 38 near the central tower. They encountered two examinees along the way. However, since Mirai and Dongfang Chuan already had nine scrolls in hand, they did not bother with them. They went around them directly to look for Qiu Yidao, but found no trace of him.
"Where is Yoshito? Why can't we find him?" Dongfang Chuan asked anxiously.
"That's strange. Even White Emperor can't find anything." Mirai frowned and suggested, "Let's check the fences on