"Hey, want to take a break?"
As the two walked side by side down the corridor, Zhu Qingyue suddenly made this suggestion.
Xu Xiangyang naturally wouldn't object.
"Speaking of which, we still haven't encountered the evil spirits sent by Song Deshou. Where have they all gone?"
Looking around, the view that met his eyes was the monotonous interior that bored him just by looking; the corridor was always deathly quiet, the scenery in view as if shrouded by a thin, gossamer veil, tinged with a dull, somber sheen.
It was like an endless loop, a maze with no exit in sight.
Even the most tedious video game couldn't design such a labyrinth because, at the very least, the player would encounter monsters on the way; yet on this path, it was only he and Zhu Qingyue.
The road ahead seemed endless.
They were actually waiting for the other side to take the initiative and attack, to come to them, but if the opponent never showed up...
