"Go back the way you came."
'I switched places with Xu Zeng. I can't switch with him again.' For some reason, Xu Feng found himself humoring this clearly slow inner demon.
Even if he was only thinking it, the voice could clearly hear his disdain.
"Yes," the voice replied, quiet, almost exasperated.
'You're not giving me any clues. I don't want to switch with my brother. I want us both to stay in Dongzhou. If we go anywhere else, we go together. I wouldn't sacrifice him to this plane for my own selfish needs.'
Xu Feng was on his high horse now, and it felt good. He wasn't going anywhere—he was going to stay here.
"Leave this plane."
…
The voice in Xu Feng's mind was like a broken record. It kept repeating the same thing, over and over, as though the answer to all his problems could be found by simply "leaving this plane."
