The two left the Seventh Layer and headed down. Along the way, familiar jailers greeted them of their own accord, calling "Abbess Yun" over and over.
Feng Ji Hu left Yu Nanlin a message, and the two left the tower.
Only when their feet touched Mount Tiantai again did they exchange a glance and breathe a sigh of relief. Still not daring to delay, they headed west first. They would leave Ba-Shu before anything else.
Only after crossing the Dadu River did their expressions relax completely.
"Did everything go smoothly?"
Feng Ji Hu asked.
Cheng Xinzhan smiled and nodded.
"Fairly smoothly."
"You were far too quick. It was only the second day, and you had already gone up to the tenth floor. I was worn to the bone. You can laugh if you like, but I rushed the whole way, specifically picking out the old, weak, sick, and crippled, and only then managed to reach the sixth floor."
Feng Ji Hu said with a smile.
Cheng Xinzhan burst out laughing.
"I picked out the old, weak, sick, and crippled all the way too!"
That was no lie. Jing Shi always thought Lion had come to deliver him, which counted as "sick." Yao Kaijiang had refined his own living body into a bronze corpse, which counted as "crippled." He knew Tian Xiu'e's fatal weakness, which made her "weak," and Wu Buwei was naturally "old."
They exchanged a glance and roared with laughter.
"What are your plans next? Will you stay in Western Kham?"
Feng Ji Hu asked.
Cheng Xinzhan considered it, then nodded.
"I'll stay for a while. I still have designs on the White Bone Chan Cloister and the Suspended Heart Temple. I came to Western Kham and have spent all these years in these muddy waters, dealing with nothing