As Qian Cangyi's body and strength gradually recovered, their pace quickened.
About an hour later, the two arrived at the end of the staircase, where another door stood. The only difference was the light at this doorway, but it wasn't the warmth of sunshine; instead, it was a cold light devoid of any warmth.
The two exchanged a glance.
"Shall we go in now?" Ning Jing asked first.
"Our current position is quite ingenious. I guess it's right above the entrance to the revolving staircase we initially overlooked because it was shrouded in darkness." Qian Cangyi tapped his head.
"I wonder how the others are doing?" Ning Jing sighed.
"If all had gone as expected, He Hongxin is probably dead, unless he had... Let's wait here for half an hour. That's enough time for us to rest and replenish our energy." Qian Cangyi proposed a compromise.
"Sure." Ning Jing didn't object.
They sat on the steps and took out the bread from their backpack.
