"You're crazy!" Lonemoon glared at Yi Qing. "You saw for yourself what the second level was like. Who knows what you'll find up there?"
"That's why… I'm going alone," Yi Qing scanned the group and looked around the fast disappearing wasteland. He lowered his voice, "This level is beginning to disappear. This proves that the pagoda would not let us remain at this level. There's no turning back. I'll go up to check if there's another way out. If it's not a dangerous place, I will inform you and you can come up. If…" Yi Qing paused. "You will wait until you can wait no longer, then come up. We've been away for so long. Master will surely come for us."
"…" Lonemoon did not respond. This really is the only way.
Yi Qing closed his eyes. Dealing with eight traveling immortals at once had worn him down. After an hour, he re-opened his eyes. He picked up the blood-covered sword next to him and ascended to the third level.
