"But what?" Yang Chen asked.
"But despite your young age, you're quite good at spouting nonsense. Hmph. Take me to higher levels to meet up with Zhang Shihao? Do you think I don't want to climb higher? Having reached my current point, taking even one more step upward is as difficult as ascending to heaven. I've tried climbing higher time and again, but every attempt ended in failure and retreat. You're only at the late true god stage. What could you possibly use to climb to higher levels?" Qin Fangxin said coldly.
Yang Chen blinked. "How do you think I got here to you?"
"You must have learned my location in advance, ignored the experts on the other levels, and flown straight here. Still, you were quite lucky not to encounter anyone blocking your way," Qin Fangxin said.
Ignoring the major levels and flying directly to higher ones was feasible.
But it was meaningless.
Doing so would not allow one to leave the Ten Thousand Zhang Mountain Cliff. Moreover, if one were caught, the punishment would be death, with no chance of ever turning things around.
Thus, only the weak would try to pick up scraps, while the strong chose to climb step by step.
Hearing that this was what Qin Fangxin thought, Yang Chen shrugged, caught between laughter and tears.
He could not be bothered to explain. "If you truly think I'm spouting nonsense, then I have nothing more to say. Miss Qin, just watch closely from here. Every time I climb up one level, you follow me up one level. Trail behind me. You need not make a move—simply follow wherever I go."
He called it mutual assistance, but Yang Chen had never expected help from anyone else. In Bloody Purgatory, helping one another was an utterly ironic