“These years… you’ve worked hard,” Qi Xia said. “Let the upheaval begin.”
Yan Zhichun stared into Qi Xia’s eyes and nodded slightly, then said, “Brother Yang… although we haven’t been separated for long, I do have some questions I want to ask you.”
“What?” Qi Xia asked.
“Do you… want to take responsibility for the entire ‘Extreme Path’?” Yan Zhichun said in a low voice. “Once these people begin participating in the plan you’ve set, there will be no turning back for them ever again.”
“There’s no need to turn back…” Qi Xia’s eyes dimmed. “We don’t have many opportunities left. This is a desperate gamble after seventy years. Right now, a large number of powerful individuals have gathered in ‘Dao City’ precisely to witness the final moment… so none of us can turn back.”
Yan Zhichun lowered her head. After a few seconds, she asked again, “Brother Yang… tomorrow you’re having me participate in ‘Earth-Dragon’s’ game with you, so this time… will we be teammates?”
“Yes,” Qi Xia replied. “There aren’t many people I trust. You’re one of them.”
“It really is… such a familiar feeling,” Yan Zhichun said. “There aren’t many people I trust either. You’re one of them too.”
“Good, then go prepare,” Qi Xia nodded.
Yan Zhichun was just about to turn and leave when she suddenly thought of something. Her hand pressed against the door frame, and her entire body slowly turned back around, staring at Qi Xia with an extremely peculiar gaze.
“What is it?” Qi Xia asked.
“I suddenly thought of something,” Yan Zhichun’s eyes grew calm. “Brother Yang, you said something just now that made me a bit concerned.”
Qi Xia didn’t respond immediately, only stared at her, his expression suggesting he knew what she was going to say.
After thinking for a few seconds, Yan Zhichun slowly said, “When you first entered the room, you said you really liked the name ‘Extreme Path,’ that as a ‘needle’ it was very suitable… right?”
“Is there something wrong with that?”
“I…”
Qi Xia narrowed his eyes. His deep gray-white pupils seemed to hide much information, but Yan Zhichun’s years of tempering had long enabled her to perceive it.
“You haven’t fully recovered your memories… have you?” Yan Zhichun asked with some disbelief. “I thought you might lie to me, but I didn’t expect you would deceive me the moment we met… Are you planning to lead the entire ‘Extreme Path’ to their deaths with incomplete memories?”
“Regardless of whether I’ve recovered my memories, I only know that I’m in excellent condition right now,” Qi Xia said. “Even if I’m incomplete, I absolutely have the ability to win this battle.”
After hearing this, Yan Zhichun swallowed slightly. She knew she was now caught in a dilemma. Although Baiyang had returned and was standing here perfectly fine, his memories hadn’t fully recovered.
In other words, the current Baiyang was not in “peak condition,” yet he had to take over all the complex plans from before.
“Brother Yang, do you still remember the matter of the ‘Life Doors’ and ‘Death Door’…?” Yan Zhichun probed again.
Qi Xia still didn’t answer, only stared at Yan Zhichun with ambiguous eyes.
And Yan Zhichun realized at this moment that the most important link in this plan had a problem—the leader had already lost more than half of his memories.
No matter how she looked at it, this plan seemed rather abrupt.
“I don’t remember, but you can tell me,” Qi Xia finally replied. “As long as you can review the situation at that time, I can provide the best countermeasures.”
Yan Zhichun thought for a long time before speaking, “Brother Yang… although I don’t really want to review this situation with you, it concerns the lives of us ‘Extreme Path’ members, so I must have you point the way.”
“Speak.”
“I…” Yan Zhichun was just about to speak but didn’t know where to start. She could only pause for a long time before saying, “Brother Yang… have you received a ‘map’?”
“Yes,” Qi Xia answered.
“Good… if that’s the case, it’ll be much more convenient to communicate,” Yan Zhichun said. “You once told me that there were seven ‘Life’ doors and one ‘Death’ door on it. Has the situation changed now?”
After hearing this, Qi Xia’s pupils flickered, as if he was rapidly reconstructing the cause and effect of this matter in his mind. Although he could think through many different scenarios, his expression suggested he still hadn’t recalled the entire thing.
This made Yan Zhichun’s heart even more uneasy.
After about a minute, Qi Xia slowly opened his mouth and said softly:
“Yan Zhichun, all eight doors are ‘Life Doors.’ Rest assured.”
The air froze for three seconds. Yan Zhichun slowly frowned, “Brother Yang, you… are you planning to continue lying to me…”
“Oh?”
“You once told me that if I discovered you had ‘recovered your memories,’ I should immediately organize ‘destruction,’ but what exactly is your situation now… Not only have you only recovered a small portion of your memories, you’re even planning to deceive me…”
“Which of my words is deceiving you?”
“All eight doors are ‘Life Doors’… You clearly forgot everything. You don’t know the cause and effect of the entire matter, yet you’ve already concluded that all eight doors are ‘Life Doors’…” Yan Zhichun’s voice trembled. “How can I trust you?”
“I truly don’t know the specific situation,” Qi Xia said with a cold expression. “But the notion of seven ‘Life Doors’ and one ‘Death Door’ sounds very much like a trap I set myself.”
“A trap…?” Yan Zhichun slowly widened her eyes, looking as if she completely couldn’t understand this statement.
“If I’m not mistaken…” Qi Xia sneered. “That self-righteous Baiyang told you ‘I’m not sure which one is the Death Door,’ didn’t he?”
“You…” Yan Zhichun swallowed. “How did you…”
“He knows the specific number of people, knows the types of ‘Zodiacs,’ knows the locations of these people, and even knows there’s only one enemy… yet he just happens to not know who exactly that one person is. How ridiculous? Can this kind of lie fool you?” Qi Xia slowly broke into a grin. “That sheep underestimated me… He should have left a more difficult problem for me to think through, not this kind of trick to fool children.”
After hearing this, Yan Zhichun hurriedly raised her hand, as if wanting to stop Qi Xia. After all, she remembered that even when Baiyang was explaining this matter, he had activated “Silence,” which meant that matters concerning these eight “Zodiacs” weren’t convenient to discuss directly here.
“There’s nothing to be careful about,” Qi Xia said. “The schemes that should have been fallen for have been fallen for, and the paths that should have been laid have been laid. Even Qinglong is on my side.”
After hearing this, Yan Zhichun’s expression dimmed again. She felt the person before her had become somewhat unfamiliar.
“Brother Yang… although I believe in your power, I understand the former Baiyang even better. I could never see through his plans… What if you can’t catch it…?” Yan Zhichun asked. “What if you drop the plate on the ground… will so many people… all accompany you to their deaths?”
“Yan Zhichun…” Qi Xia’s eyes gradually grew stern as he slowly spoke. “Since when… did you start having so many doubts about me?”
“I…”
“Even if I had completely no memories, do you think you could surpass me?”
Qi Xia’s words made Yan Zhichun feel a chill down her back. A familiar yet tense feeling instantly enveloped her entire body.
“Moreover…” Qi Xia took a step forward, reached out to point at his own eyes, and grinned. “Do you think I’m still… ‘human’ right now?”
