Inside the deserted Exchange Hall.
Looking at the figure behind the screen, Ren Ye suddenly asked, "Can I go behind the screen and make the exchange face-to-face?"
His question echoed for a long time through the silent space.
Under the dim yellow light, the figure seated behind the screen abruptly went still. "Yes."
Tap, tap...!
Footsteps rang out. Ren Ye went around the side of the screen and sharply turned his head, taking in the other side of the hall.
He saw that the figure had vanished from the chair, as though Song Yi's phantom had never appeared here at all.
Only a long table stood behind the screen. Its surface was clean and tidy, with just two books on it.
At this sight, a faint, helpless smile suddenly appeared on Ren Ye's pale face. "Heh, none of those reflections of the past were meaningless. This place repeatedly emphasized the individual, so how could its answer require all three routes to cooperate...!"
"I do want to make an exchange."
Outside the Villa.
Click!
The hands of the clock on the wall had already reached 12:20 a.m.
This was the eighth day since the Players entered this Star Gate. Less than six hours remained before the Li Gate.
Xiao Shuai paced in anxious circles, his head covered in sweat as he complained, "I seriously don't get it! He's only exchanging an Autobiography Fragment. Does that really take more than two hours?! Pan Lianrong could give birth faster than he gets things done."
"Ugh, Big Brother's getting more and more like a woman."
Nearby, Yin Tiger sat upright in a chair, patiently wiping his massive, ancient-looking saber.
For some reason, the closer they came to the ending, the more restrained Brother Tiger became, exceptionally composed, neither anxious nor impatient.
Bzzz!
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