The Narrow Sleeve Guanyin was somewhat terrifying, just hanging there motionless. Continuing like this was no solution.
Xu Shu entered the cell with a frown, picked up the scattered clothes from the ground, and tossed them to Gu Pan, "Put these on. We can't stay on this floor anymore, let's go to the first floor."
Gu Pan, puzzled, asked, "Why? Isn't that 'Primordial Spirit' you spoke of dead?"
Xu Shu scoffed, "Far from it. But it seems stuck right now and probably won't act for a short while. Don't look directly at it. It's still safe here; it can't get in."
"Is that so? Well, that's good. Ah, how are you doing?" Gu Pan asked a few more questions.
Xu Shu, wiping his nosebleed, replied impatiently, "I'm not going to die. Aren't you going to hurry up and get dressed, or are you planning on staying here waiting to die?"
"I..."
Gu Pan opened her mouth and then paused, stunned.
She was wrapped tightly in her blanket, looking down at herself, and instantly became conflicted.
