Zhou Baiyu felt a bit nervous.
He was finally approaching the Pantheon. From here on out, he would have to rely on himself.
"By the way, what would happen if I were there at three-thirty in the morning, the moment the cycle begins? Would I be forcibly summoned back?"
"Right now, we don't know. But you only get one chance anyway. If the Pantheon learns of your motives, the outcome, well, you can imagine. The Pantheon won't give you a second chance."
Mel said:
"You must strike decisively, and you must find a way to escape the Pantheon."
Zhou Baiyu nodded.
The door to the golden carriage had opened, a golden passage appearing. He glanced back at Mel.
"Mel, if I am a man soon to die, could you let me see your face?"
This request seemed totally out of the blue, and Mel was momentarily stunned.
Did this guy not care about what was coming next? Why would he ask for such a thing now?
However, unexpectedly, Mel agreed to the request.
