The fire burned fiercely, but it ended just as quickly.
The scorching heat left beads of sweat on Shen Ru's forehead and the tip of his nose, while the exhilaration of brushing against death flushed his entire body with excitement.
As the flames were about to die out, Shen Ru thought he would return to that room steeped in the man's possessiveness any second. After all, Mo Yu had held back for so long, slowly turning up the heat, drawing him into his territory step by step. Now that the instance was over, it was time to settle the score with Shen Ru.
Shen Ru had even considered several plans the moment the man spoke. If all he had was the Puppeteer's side of the story, Shen Ru would deny everything to the bitter end. If he had caught him red-handed, Shen Ru would try to reason with him. After all, under those circumstances, that was the best way to get the Puppeteer to lower his guard.
But things developed beyond Shen Ru's expectations. After he emerged from this instance, Mo Yu immediately sent him into another small scenario, as though making good on his promise to trap the young man for good.
"We're almost at the summit."
Shen Ru blinked gently. In the blink of an eye, his wedding robes had been replaced by a mountaineer's gear and a pack on his back. He was on a sheer cliff at three in the morning, battered by wind and rain, with a seemingly bottomless abyss stretching out behind him.
He briefly surveyed his surroundings through his goggles. Including himself, there were six people in the group.
As a child, Shen Ru had gone through a rebellious phase because of his parents' warped relationship. Back then, he had cycled through