Just as the doors to the elevator were about to close, Mu Daxian extended his hand.
Sensing there was an obstruction, the elevator doors immediately bounced back open.
Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang's hand and dragged him out of the elevator.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang had been so shocked by the Angel Sculpture that he was stupefied, but luckily, Mu Daxian pulled him out just in time.
"Great, Great Immortal... the elevator..." Mao Feiyang, having recovered his wits, stuttered, his tongue twisting in his mouth, unable to clearly articulate a single word.
"We're fucked, this time I can fucking see it too!" Mu Daxian swore loudly.
A chill ran down Mao Feiyang's spine; if Mu Daxian said it was okay, it was okay, but if he said we're fucked, then it probably really was fucked...
Looks like we're in for it this time...
