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"You've only got one door left, right? Which one? I'll stay away from it." Lin Congcong felt that if they kept working together like this, either he would go mad or he would drive Bian mad.

Bian Chunchou was unusually quick to oblige. He pointed at the shortest, smallest door—the one they had seen first. "That one. Take your pick of the rest."

Why hadn't she thought to ask earlier? Then they wouldn't have run into each other three times in a row. Xia Ying rubbed her chin. Had spending so much time with Chen Zui made her brain start working like his? Surely not?

"Then, Junior Brother Bian, this really is goodbye."

"Good luck climbing the tower, Senior Sister~"

Bian Chunchou watched the two of them leave, then turned to find Chen Zui staring at him with faint resentment. Following his gaze, he saw that Chen Zui was looking at the little door, just as expected. "Do you hate it that much? It's actually a bit taller than the average dog hole."

"You just called it a dog hole." Chen Zui's voice was gloomy. "It isn't even as tall as my blade."

...Clearly, the blade in your hand was your unit of measurement. Was that how Blade Cultivators measured things?

Wen Xu even joined in with a joke. "It's taller than my Windfold, at least."

Bian Chunchou looked from one to the other. Were they planning to stand guard on either side of the door? Put them together and they'd make a perfectly stable wireless signal tower. The thought made him laugh. "All right, comforting him like that won't necessarily cheer him up. Come on, let's get it done."

The doorway was so narrow and low that passing through it truly felt like squeezing through a narrow gate. The