"Once we're inside, let's meet up first."
Wu Bing gave Li Rui a knowing wink, not that one would need sunglasses while lying in a chair. Gathering after entering the Secret Realm was standard procedure, but he mentioned it anyway—not to remind the other person, but because the Prophet lacked self-defense skills and felt insecure.
"Alright."
Li Rui nodded, then lay down.
Wen Yan stepped up and completed all the preparations on his own.
Li Rui still felt this was the most comfortable way, much more meticulous than those coarse old men in the Northwest.
"I know you're very capable, but remember to stay safe while gathering more items, okay?"
Wen Yan customarily reminded him, then watched Li Rui close his eyes.
Wu Bing sulkily protested, "Leader, why don't you care about me? We've known each other for ages..."
Before he could finish, his voice was abruptly cut off. The time had come, and the two had already entered the Secret Realm.
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