Them?
The deanor of the assassin Zhao Ran was indeed quite vivid, as if there were truly nurous eyes quietly spying from the blue stone mist.
Fu Qian also cooperated greatly for a mont, looking around in surprise.
Regrettably, even under radar-like scrutiny, he found nothing.
Compared to the last ti he ca, there really wasn’t much change in this place.
Not only was the Blood Pool still there, but even the cold weapon that appeared was the sa one.
"What does this an?"
And the cold weapon was once again rejected, as Fu Qian directly tossed the long halberd aside, frowning at Zhao Ran.
Though he deeply mistrusted the other’s words, he respected the exaggerated reaction sowhat, lowering his voice.
"People... many people, I just thought you were one of them..."
Unfortunately, Zhao Ran seed overly absorbed, hardly daring to breathe, continuing his gibberish.
"Follow ."
Fu Qian’s motion to withdraw appeared to finally confirm that this person before him was not the imagined enemy.
Cautiously putting away his weapon, he gestured for Fu Qian to follow.
Zhao Ran pointed not to the center of the deep pit, but to another angle on the edge.
"Are you talking about those monsters? I don’t resemble them, do I?"
Though young, Fu Qian appeared quite experienced in the worldly society, unwilling to follow a stranger’s instructions easily.
Regarding Zhao Ran’s explanation of the previous attack, he remained noncommittal.
No matter if it was true, if his skill was slightly off, he would have had no chance to accept an apology.
"Of course not those monsters... People, many people..."
Zhao Ran fully "understood" his feelings, but he was no saint, coldly laughing and suggesting recklessness.
"If you don’t want to believe, it doesn’t matter, just stay here and don’t bla for not warning you, and don’t expect to save you."
His regained verbal ability seed quite effective, speaking smoothly.
"I plan to stay here, but considering your unfriendly behavior earlier, you’ll stay here too."
Unfortunately, such emotional reasoning lacked substance, completely failing to move Fu Qian.
With a cold snort, murderous intent flickered in Fu Qian’s eyes; he did not intend to let the person in front of him leave.
Even his reason was sufficient; misunderstanding or not, he had planned to kill him earlier.
"Are you out of your mind? What’s in it for you?"
Seemingly amazed by young people’s grudges, Zhao Ran was montarily stunned.
"Doing this only entertains them; those people always view us like animals in a Colosseum... co see, I’ll prove it to you."
The mature restraint of an adult finally led him to reveal slightly more the next mont.
Colosseum?
The word seed to bring a slight tremor, and the killing intent in Fu Qian’s eyes slightly receded.
"Alright, lead the way."
Gazing at the Blood Pool in the pit’s center, he hesitated briefly before finally accepting the other’s suggestion.
...
"Stay low-key; try not to clash with those things again."
Reaching an accord, Zhao Ran breathed a sigh of relief, directly moving ahead.
Holding the long halberd cautiously ready while confirming Fu Qian followed, he coldly added a reminder.
"Why? Do you expect to hide from those things?"
Despite the seemingly well-intentioned reminder, Fu Qian, youthful and seemingly exhilarated from the earlier fight, showed little appreciation.
"To slow your death... These things can’t be killed off completely; it’s just wasting energy."
Suppressing his fiery spirit, Zhao Ran remained silent for a mont before explaining.
"Are you trying to scare ? This isn’t my first ti encountering these things."
Responding to his cold laughter, Fu Qian scanned the surroundings, indicating his knowledge despite his youth.
"Leading this way—is there sothing you want to keep all to yourself in there?"
Although his attitude was poor, it was reassuring that he refrained from further violence, as for the notion of keeping sothing to himself—
"Rest assured... No one will compete with you for anything in here."
Though the challenge was aggressive, Zhao Ran showed little discontent, even casting a glance at the weapon in his hand due to Fu Qian’s remark.
"From what you’re saying, you’ve been here more than once?"
Ultimately, he didn’t ntion the weapon’s origin; instead, shifted his focus to Fu Qian’s disclosed information.
"No sha in admitting it; last ti was much livelier than now... That’s why I said I hadn’t seen you around."
Clearly unfazed by Zhao Ran’s promise, Fu Qian coldly laughed, candidly admitting, even halting his steps next.
Having literally walked through walls, he turned, heading straight for a circular Stone Tower with exposed foundations.
Inside the tower, amidst chaotic stones, a faint dark, narrow path was visible, slanting downward into the depths of the earth.
Such an endpoint easily evoked thoughts of unpredictable risks and sparked doubts about the guide’s motives.
"Who exactly are you?"
As Fu Qian began to wonder.
...
"You an you ca here with a group before and then left?"
Facing Fu Qian’s questioning, Zhao Ran didn’t pause, diving straight into the tower.
Without hurrying to introduce himself, he clearly cared more about Fu Qian’s referenced content, observing as he casually retorted.
"Will lying benefit in any way? I just didn’t bring them this ti."
His act of first entering Hell finally softened Fu Qian’s stance slightly, following a few steps while affirming his previous visit.
"You’re deceiving now—there’s no way out."
This ti, however, the assassin Zhao Ran reacted vehently, coldly laughing as he raised the long halberd again, firmly suspecting Fu Qian’s malicious intent.
Interesting... adversity truly leads to growth.
Compared to the last encounter, the Assassin Brother’s depth seed sowhat enhanced.
Facing Zhao Ran’s reaction, Fu Qian felt a sense of intrigue.
Since earlier, his act largely focused on performance; similarly, the situation of the person before him seed equivalent.
In such a small place, considering the scale of the Academy’s group, whether they succeeded in escaping this ti, wouldn’t the Assassin Brother know?
Mr. Feng Yunhong has long proven that it’s impossible for those inside to forget about things outside.
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