As the staircase stretched on, the light ahead grew dimmer and dimmer. Luckily, thanks to the previous purification, the sensitivity of Bi Xia's senses had sharply increased, so even in the darkness, Bi Xia could see everything clearly.
Finally stepping off the last stair, Bi Xia casually slid one hand into his pocket, adjusted his baseball cap, and looked down inattentively at the cement floor beneath his feet. His ears twitched slightly as the footsteps behind him grew closer. Only when they reached him did Bi Xia slowly lift his head and begin to walk forward.
Seeing the young man ahead move forward just as he arrived, Ji Qiutang curled his lips, taking three steps to catch up with Bi Xia. "If you're going to wait for me, just wait properly, instead of starting to walk again as soon as I arrive. Aren't you afraid I'd lose my way?"
