An angry shout instantly sent Zhao Zhe, who had been straining to eavesdrop nearby, springing up from where he sat. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought there was a spring under his backside, ready to launch him at any moment.
"What happened? What happened? What god?"
Wan Lan turned back and gave him a perfunctory answer. "We're cursing someone. Some lunatic."
Zhao Zhe sat back down suspiciously.
"Which lunatic?"
Wind-Thunder, who had covered its ears, gave a hollow smile. Curiosity killed the cat. It had better stick to being a Calamity. Nothing even remotely connected to Hold Up the Heavens was easy to understand.
The six of them, each falling apart in their own distinctive way, felt their hearts spasm. Only one sentence echoed through their blank minds.
Who killed Fate? We did?!
Note twirled her braid. If she took a picture of their expressions, Ku Rong would probably treasure it.
But to keep her past self from getting screwed over, she decided against it. Unlike Ku Rong, she didn't enjoy courting death.
"Hall Master, are there any other assignments? Hall Master? Ye Buyu?"
Ye Buyu snapped out of her daze. "Huh? You're talking to me?"
Note didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Who else?
Ye Buyu patted her cheeks, gathering her wandering thoughts.
"Assignments... none for now. Just do whatever you need to do. Go at your own pace. I'll call for help if anything happens."
Wan Lan thought that sounded a little cowardly, but she couldn't fault it.
At the sixth tier, facing any Calamity above level ten would be like throwing meat buns to a dog: none of them would come back. What else could they shout but for help? Surely they weren't supposed to shout, "My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's!"