"At this moment, how can you know this isn't a prediction? He might have already figured out your habits."
That's true.
Reid's words made Wen Xishu feel unable to refute.
Having experienced the night of Rokkasho and that night in Ghost City, Wen Xishu was very resistant to opening doors.
No matter how righteous or safe the sound outside the door seemed, he could not open it.
But previously, not opening the door was because you knew it was safe inside.
But now?
The half-head with only a chin and mouth continued to recite unknown and ancient incantations. Initially, the Balance was heavier on the right end because there was nothing on the left end.
But now, the Balance started to gradually—undergo a change.
The left end began to slowly sink, which implied something invisible seemed to appear on the left Balance tray.
Is that our souls, mine and Reid's?
Is that something precious from me?
Is this a sacrificial ritual?
Is a proper monastery really like this?
