"You brat! You damned brat!"
Realizing he had been played, Wen Zaiqing flew into a rage and let out a shrill, furious roar. Instinctively, he grabbed his Longsword and chased Xie An toward the stairs.
At the foot of the stairs, he stopped and glared at Xie An, eyes blazing.
Xie An stood a dozen steps above him, looking down.
He neither hid nor ran.
Instead, he beckoned to Wen Zaiqing. "Come on up."
Wen Zaiqing trembled with rage. Blood still dripped from the stump of his right arm, pattering against the floor.
He raised his right foot as if to step onto the first stair.
But he could not bring himself to do it.
Because Wen Zaiqing had discovered something terrifying—the Spirit Preservation Method no longer worked here.
It was true.
No matter what he tried, he could not activate the White Jade Goddess's Spirit Preservation Method. He could not even summon a clear, accurate image of the White Jade Goddess in his mind.
Wen Zaiqing had never encountered anything like it in his life.
Without a doubt, something was terribly wrong with the Sacrificial Hall, and it harbored an unknown horror.
Thoroughly frightened, he dared not break its taboo.
Click.
Wen Zaiqing withdrew his foot and glared viciously at Xie An. "Fine. You're ruthless. I was blind to trust you. If I get out of here, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and tear you to pieces!"
Xie An looked unimpressed. He beckoned again. "Senior Lecturer Wen, don't try to scare me. I'm only twelve steps away. You don't even dare cross those twelve steps, yet you talk about chasing me to the ends of the earth? The whole world would laugh at you."
Those words cut deep into the furious Wen Zaiqing. A voice