It was cold before the door to the Tenth Layer.
White stairs hung in the darkness left by the Ninth Layer's collapse. A sign hung at the end, bearing the words [Heart-Questioning]. The door had not opened. Only a little snowy light leaked through the gap, falling along the edges of the steps like a thin frost.
Shen Yu's office had shattered into paper ash strewn across the floor. The severance documents, medical records, and those projected scenes of death had all been crushed into the collapsed ground. Shen Yu did not appear again. Only his voice drifted over occasionally from far away, as though through a wall.
Lu Wenchuan stood before the stairs, a short blade in his hand. A little more blood had seeped through at his shoulder. Communications with Song Zhixia had cut out completely. Those outside could neither get in nor see what was happening here.
Xu Zhihan stood beside him, his Silver Nameplate resting beneath his collar, its crack still burning hot.
Neither of them immediately headed toward the Tenth Layer.
Looking at the words on the door, Lu Wenchuan spoke first. "You said you'd answer me before the Tenth Layer."
Xu Zhihan lowered his eyes. "Yes."
Lu Wenchuan turned his head.
"We're before the Tenth Layer now."
Xu Zhihan did not look at him.
Wind blew through the gap in the door, stirring the hem of his clothes. Lu Wenchuan waited, little trace of a smile on his face, his gaze deeper than before.
"Xu Zhihan."
"What's the rush?"
"I'm afraid you'll say we should finish fighting first again."
Xu Zhihan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.
"You have quite a few complaints about me."
"I've saved up plenty."
"Then keep saving."
"I can't hold them in anymore."
After saying that, Lu