Chu Ge leaned comfortably back in his chair, popping Pills and grinning at his group chat friends' protests. It felt wonderful.
The cliffhanger wasn't his fault. He had written that yesterday, when he was already exhausted. That was as far as he had gotten. What could he do?
He had already written the next chapter today, too. After all, he needed to finish the script before having Qiu Qiu act it out.
Once he had set down the script, it was actually less tiring than before. At least, the chapters before they encountered the truth behind this dungeon merely involved exploring dangerous territory with a few cannon-fodder characters. That level of so-called intrigue was child's play compared with clashing with the Heavenly Emperor's storyline.
These chapters had gone quite smoothly for Chu Ge.
Qiu Wuji wasn't tired either. She charged in ahead of everyone, not bothering to listen to whatever those extras in brocade robes and black clothes were prattling about. Her beautiful eyes immediately fixed on the carvings inside.
No wonder Li Changkong had said this place was connected to Zhenwu. Even the carvings around the perimeter made it quite clear: a Daoist stood atop the clouds, sword in hand, with indistinct ranks of immortal retainers below him. The tortoise and serpent beside him clearly identified him as Zhenwu.
At the very least, this structure had been built by one of Zhenwu's subordinates.
Wind swept up behind her as everyone caught up, studying the carvings in uncertainty.
The burly man in green robes smiled at Qiu Wuji. "Fairy, you mustn't be so rash. What if you trigger some restriction...?"
"Brother Li already came in here," Qiu Wuji said calmly. "At least the entrance has no restrictions. If you want to argue about dividing the spoils, take your time. This...