When the Faceless Shadow rose, the entire thirteenth floor sank.
Countless White Memorial Tablets emerged on either side of the long stairway. None bore a name, only a carved eye. Those eyes slowly opened, all turning toward Xu Zhihan and Lu Wenchuan.
Lu Wenchuan tightened his grip on his short blade.
"This thing really isn't much to look at."
Xu Zhihan supported him, his voice very low.
"Don't look at the eyes."
"Look at you?"
"Look at the path."
Lu Wenchuan turned his head to glance at him.
"Do you count as a path too?"
Xu Zhihan said coldly, "Keep running your mouth, and I'll throw you down."
"Could you bear to?"
Xu Zhihan's steps paused for a moment.
Lu Wenchuan stopped too.
After asking that question, he smiled first, a faint smile, but he did not look away from Xu Zhihan.
Xu Zhihan watched him for a few seconds before finally saying, "No."
Lu Wenchuan froze.
Xu Zhihan had already looked away and continued helping him up.
"So shut up. Stop distracting me."
Lu Wenchuan's Adam's apple shifted slightly.
"All right."
At the end of the long stairway, the Divine Throne Shadow raised a hand.
"The human heart is partial."
Xu Zhihan looked up. "Heard that already."
"Partiality breeds disorder."
"Disorder still belongs to the mortal world."
"The Sinful World must be cleansed."
Xu Zhihan's gaze turned cold.
"Is that all you can say?"
Lu Wenchuan added quietly, "Maybe its system's outdated."
The Divine Throne Shadow had no emotions, yet at that moment, it paused briefly.
The White Memorial Tablets along the stairway trembled in unison, fine threads seeping from their eyes. Those threads did not rush toward Xu Zhihan or Lu Wenchuan, but toward their clasped hands.
Shen Huaizhong's lingering voice drifted over from afar.
"Sever the hands,