"Then—Ye Qiu should also leave."
The wind seemed to blow as if it wanted to take him away—by the time the two noticed, his figure was nowhere to be seen. The red sunset light filtered through the crystal panels, flickering slightly. Here, once again, only Ye Qiu and Fang Wushang remained.
Where did he end up going? Could it be that he went back to his world?
No—Ye Qiu felt he wouldn't do that. He should be erasing his consciousness, setting out to search for the true Hero existing somewhere.
The Floating City of the imagined world only had its top section left. The seventy-sixth floor, which the two never had the fortune to see, started to crumble weakly. Surrounding the entire world, the curtain of light for elimination drew closer to Ye Qiu and the others. Upon touching the light that shimmered like an aurora, the sea of clouds and the satisfied evening sky shattered into countless tiny fragments, scattering and then disappearing.
