"Knock on the door first."
Wuhen, sword in hand, said, "I didn't see the door."
The Eternal Tower has ninety-nine floors, and it never had a door.
To be precise, no one should live here at all.
Xiaoyao lives on the ninety-ninth floor because he has always lived there.
The habit of knocking on the door on the 99th floor started with Shura; he would even bring the doorbell himself.
Since Wuhen has no eyes for doors, there's no way to knock on them.
You cannot enter the 99th floor without knocking.
In the Taoist's eyes, this problem was easy to solve.
He came out.
Xiaoyao stood on the cloud, looking at Wuhen, waiting for the other to speak.
Looking at the Taoist priest who stood like a wooden stake, Wuhen suddenly felt that he shouldn't have come to find him.
There's no need to do that.
Because if something needs to be done by Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao will naturally do it, even if you don't let him do it.
Even if you beg Him to do something that doesn't require freedom, He won't do it.
Wuhen said coldly,
"The Lunar New Year is just one year away."
Xiaoyao frowned. "So?"
He didn't know the meaning of those words, because Wuhen was simply stating a fact, and a fact is a fact.
What was the next line after "no trace"? Xiaoyao had absolutely no idea.
Wuhen said that because he knew Xiaoyao couldn't guess it.
Wuhen stood atop the clouds, half a head taller than the Taoist. The broken sword at his waist vibrated incessantly, emitting a piercing sword cry. Countless sword energies rose up and converged into cloud after cloud of sword energy.
These clouds eventually pieced together a sentence, a sentence that was prepared to be spoken without a trace:
"Happy New Year."
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