They made their decision the next day, some more reluctant about it than others.
"I can't help but feel that we're going into this a bit rash, don't you think?" Hui Moxiang tilted her head and crossed her arm. Aside from Yuan Xuelan, she was likely the least affected by the strange distortion.
"I just want to get this over with…" Nan Chang sighed, her body trembling ever so slightly as she quivered against the cold.
She was uncharacteristically impatient and more often than not, Yuan Xuelan caught her indulging in nervous ticks, from picking at her nail to rubbing her wrists. But her symptoms weren't nearly as bad as Xu Zhemu's.
The young man grew more and more frantic by the hour. He was caught by Xu Hexian multiple times staring up at nothing and asking about the hour and day despite being told over and over.
There was no doubt that this was the influence of the gate.
