Beyond the third door was a downward slope.
There were no walls on either side of the slope, only rows of threads suspended in midair. One end of each thread connected to the darkness, while the other hung down to the ground, as if waiting for someone to step across it. Small bronze tags hung from their ends, names engraved on them.
Lu Wenchuan spotted his own name at a glance.
His bronze tag hung in the very center, with another line of fine lettering beneath it.
[Anchor master.]
Xu Zhihan stood in the doorway, his gaze settling on that bronze tag, his expression icy.
Lu Wenchuan followed his gaze and smiled.
"It even gave me a promotion."
Xu Zhihan said coldly, "Do you want it?"
"No."
"Then stop smiling."
Lu Wenchuan stopped smiling.
Song Zhixia suppressed her anger over the comms. "Can you go back the way you came?"
The Deputy Captain was trying to open the outer door of the white room and soon reported back, "The door won't open from outside. The spatial position inside has changed."
Xu Zhihan looked at the slope.
"We can only go forward."
Song Zhixia said, "Xu Zhihan, listen to me for once. Don't touch the fourth Fragment, and don't touch Lu Wenchuan's Fate Line."
Xu Zhihan did not answer her.
Lu Wenchuan answered for him. "He heard you."
Song Zhixia said, "I want him to say it."
Only then did Xu Zhihan speak. "I heard you."
Song Zhixia heard the perfunctory note in his voice and nearly swore again, but forced herself to hold it back.
The threads on the slope began to sway gently.
The first bronze tag lit up.
Xu Chengyuan.
The second, Zhou Man.
The third, Gu Huai.
The fourth, Zhao Huaide.
They had already dismantled