"Wait." I glanced up at the sky.
Heaven's Gate hung high like the noonday sun, showing not the slightest sign of closing.
Vaguely, I seemed to sense a clue, yet it still felt like the truth was beyond my grasp.
Zhang Shuying patted his pocket and took out his pack of Red Pagoda Mountain to smoke.
He ended up pulling out a slip of paper from the cigarette box. Seeing the words on it, his eyes went red at the corners with anger. "So arrogant, insulting my IQ. Stuffing a note in my cigarette box—he was sure I'd never find it."
What was on the box wasn't words, but a hand‑drawn map.
"What the hell is this, nothing's labeled, who the hell would know where this is… Su Wan, where are you going?"
Zhang Shuying hurriedly chased after my back, but in the end he still couldn't catch up.
Compared to the city gate just now, which at least gave him a goal, now he had no idea where I was heading, so he couldn't track me at all.
