But he couldn't just surrender and wait for death. He had to find a way out.
The only plan he could come up with was to have the Bow Lady stop inflicting the pain, allowing him to leave the Deep World and return to the Gray Scale.
He'd hoped to gain something from this trip, but he never expected to be targeted by this guy. His expedition was over before it had even begun. All Yang An wanted now was to get away.
'Bow Lady...'
Outwardly, Yang An ignored the man, acting as if he hadn't heard a thing. He gave the impression that he'd accepted his fate and given up the fight, but inwardly, he was secretly giving instructions to the Bow Lady.
He needed to find the right moment.
But just then, something seemed to occur to the man, and he spoke again slowly.
"Oh, right. You slipped away right under my nose last time. You must have some kind of spatial-traversal ability, don't you?"
The moment he finished speaking, Yang An had a sudden, bad feeling.
'Bow Lady!'
