"Ying Long, the bet has ended, may I leave this place now?"
"Go yourself," Ying Long replied lazily, wagging its tail, and a black hole appeared in the sky.
Qiu Changtian double-checked the strategy and recited his lines,
"I do not wish to return the way I came, can you send me to the twelfth floor?"
"Oh?" Ying Long didn't even lift its head as it spoke, "Why should I help you?"
"Ying Long, have you ever heard the name 'Marquis of Mount Tu'?" Qiu Changtian pulled out his trump card.
The indifferent Ying Long, still leisurely wagging its tail, suddenly paused in its movement.
"The Marquis of Mount Tu is not a name, it's a title," it finally spoke slowly after a while, "It's the title of an envoy of the Qingqiu Clan, the exclusive appellation of the Illusionary Moon Celestial Fox."
