Perhaps dying would not be so bad after all.
At least then he would not have to carry the burden of guilt.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, Rong Qinglei suddenly appeared in front of him like a miracle.
"Quick, go! Mingxuan, hurry up and leave!"
It turned out that although Rong Qinglei had entered the death gate, he had been fortunate enough to break through the deadly mechanism inside.
After all, he was a prince, he could hardly die in such a place.
"You... Are you alright?"
"For the moment, yes. But if you keep sitting here like that, then both of us will be in trouble," Rong Qinglei said with a faint smile.
His expression looked relaxed, yet not entirely so. He added, "Let's move quickly. If we hurry, we can still make it out alive."
"Alright!"
Knowing that Rong Qinglei had not died immediately made Yue Mingxuan feel much better.
Rong Qinglei grabbed his hand and led him swiftly through the formation.
