Chapter 55 - 55
Linking the rift between the two realms was a wide stone corridor. Pairs of torches marched endlessly into the distance, and the depths were as dark as a dense forest at night. Looking at the style of murals to the sides of the corridor, there was a strong yin ambiance, and it was clear to see this was Luo Binghe's headquarters in the Demon Realm.
After the breach sealed, Luo Binghe didn't continue to restrain Shen Qingqiu, slowly releasing his hands. Shen Qingqiu stood up straight and dusted off his sleeves, not saying a word.
The two both had nothing to say, not giving each other a sideways glance. One in front and one behind, their footsteps made no breath of sound. The atmosphere was stiff and cold.
The forks in the corridor of the underground palace did not make Luo Binghe slow by a hairsbreadth. After strolling a twisted path through the complex for some time, the scene suddenly opened up before their eyes. Architecture in the Demon Realm was mostly entrenched underground in excavated subterranean caves, not seeing sun or moon throughout the year, but this part pierced through the ground at the top, allowing sunlight to shoot in and add more than a little bit of human character.
Pushing open the door and entering, the furnishings and arrangement of the room were quite familiar-looking. In fact, it was quite similar to the bamboo house on Qing Jing Peak.
Shen Qingqiu felt a mysterious sense of resentment.
He really wanted to ask Luo Binghe, "What is the meaning of this?"
Arranging up the scene and props like we're on a theater set, rounding up the players, pretending like nothing ever happened━do you want to continue that daily little play of a loving master and disciple relationship from your dreamscape?
Now acting like a miserable child and throwing tantrums, making his heart overflow with sympathy. Now again hitting his face and telling him it was all an act. Real or fake, his eyes weren't sharp enough to clearly see autumn feathers1 and see through Luo Binghe's heart to understand what he was really thinking, some parts truth and some parts hypocrisy.
While he was still brooding over these thoughts, Luo Binghe walked a step closer to him.
If it were a few days earlier, Shen Qingqiu definitely wouldn't have hesitated to flee, retreating three steps for every one step closer. But now, he obviously didn't want to make this kind of move. That would look too much like he was a woman from a good family kidnapped by bandits, way too unnatural. Even as a dragon swimming shallow waters or a tiger dropped into the plains,2 he could still scrounge up his last drop of courage to maintain graceful and prudent affectation. By no means would he sink to a thoroughly unsightly appearance.