Time would not stop for anyone.
In the false world ten years later, Qin Manjiang drove away alone, while Bai Yang and the other three went to Lower River Village to set up the ritual ahead of him.
And in the real world, a quietly brewing storm was about to break as well.
Mei Sijun lay quietly on the experiment table, staring at the Silver-White Metal Cylinder suspended in midair.
His gaze flickered, and clearly, the turmoil within him was nothing like his outward calm.
Mei Sijun was naturally afraid of death too.
But there was something he feared more than death.
His life had been saved by that young man named Li Xijiu, whose request had been for him to help Qin Manjiang. If this extremely risky opportunity succeeded, it would undoubtedly be the greatest help he could give Qin Manjiang.
Mei Sijun thought back over his twenty-odd years. He had been spirited and elegant; his life had been quite something.
Besides, this opportunity was not something just anyone could have simply because they wanted it.
Mei Sijun looked at Yi Lianhai, who was staring unblinkingly at the Large Screen. Soon... its sections would light up in turn. Soon... there would be a chance to end all of this.
In Moon City, three people stood quietly before the floor-to-ceiling windows of a high-rise, looking out over the pitch-black city.
Kong, Flower, and Dog. Of the Moon City Ten Seats from twenty years ago whom Qin Manjiang had released from the Spirit Coffin, only these three remained.
"I'm so envious." A rare trace of bewilderment appeared on Flower's gorgeous face. "Not having to find who you are at this point in time, not having to face... that, just dying outright. How easy."
"It's time to go," Kong said in