Smooth and glossy, the endless chill still constantly radiating outward.
Fu Qian gazed up at the Ice Sea Wall's odd behavior, even capturing the attention of the Scholar, who had already coughed up blood.
From this Sinner's words, it could be discerned that An was still alive.
Even Jill and the others, couldn't help but harbour a slight hope that she wouldn't die so easily.
However, no matter how they scrutinized it, the unsettling blackness on high still revealed nothing special.
"Or if there's something you fancy, you can tell me."
But Fu Qian paid no heed to the confounded looks of the others, still gazing there, continuing to speak.
"...You're courting death!"
Such a stalemate lasted for mere seconds, just as Jill and the others hesitated, contemplating whether they should flee regardless. A voice indeed emerged from that dark wall.
Though deep and eerie, a hint of An's tone could still be discerned.
