As the thought flashed across his mind, Mu Fan quickly cast it aside.
Having already stepped onto the altar's steps, only one path remained—
Move forward! Until there's no path left!
One second, two seconds...
Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue advanced another dozen steps.
The white beam of light still hadn't vanished!
"The altar hasn't disappeared," Lu Qingxue's eyes were calm, her voice cold.
"Let's speed up," Mu Fan's voice and actions were equally decisive!
Following several quick strides, both of them leaped toward the light beam. Drawing from their experience within the ruins, as they simultaneously soared into the air, their palms reached out and clasped tightly.
Their palms felt the cool and soft texture.
Mu Fan gripped that slender hand tightly as his body merged into the white light.
It was as though bubbles whisked past his ears, the noises from the square instantly filtered away.
They landed stably.
