Hearing Gu Yuan's consciousness's reminder, Hun Ling looked around the unexpectedly quiet surroundings, then shifted his gaze to the Gu Yuan consciousness that was communicating through 'the wind.' He asked, "You want me to kick the door open?" As he spoke, Gu Yuan's consciousness instantly left his palm and floated to the door panel.
Hun Ling frowned upon seeing it.
Jia was utterly confused, "It... what does this mean?" In Jia's eyes, Gu Yuan's consciousness had become a monster.
Hun Ling glanced at Jia and said faintly, "What else? We just need to work together and kick the door open." With that, he began to roll up his sleeves.
Then, the moment Hun Ling said this, Jia, as if having an 'image complex,' took a step back and said, "If you're going to kick it, you kick it yourselves. I'll just watch."
"We're partners," Hun Ling said, rolling up his other sleeve.
Jia forced a smile, "We are partners, yes, but we're only partners in missions." He glanced at the Gu Yuan consciousness, which had clearly grown larger. "It's ready. You can start. Go for it." He clenched his fist slightly.
However, in Hun Ling's understanding, the word 'partner' meant a bond of life and death, where one would undoubtedly offer assistance when the other encountered difficulties. Of course, if Jia had sought his help, he would have unhesitatingly lent a hand to help Jia overcome challenges. But Jia's current reaction left Hun Ling feeling disheartened.
Nevertheless, prioritizing the bigger picture, Hun Ling did not want to waste precious time on such matters. Thus, he said magnanimously, "It's okay this time, but not next time."
"You..."
"We don't know what's behind this door. If there are evil spirits, with your abilities," Hun Ling interrupted, raising his fist, "you definitely won't be able to escape."
"You definitely won't be able to escape. I can," Jia said disdainfully.
Hun Ling's lips curved into a smile. "Our greatest ability as Hun Ling is to flee rapidly when encountering danger. But you," he scoffed lightly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to."
"How do you know I can't? Besides," Jia put on airs, "I'm an underworld messenger. I can vanish after a round trip. You... can only burrow underground. This alone shows that... Hmph, our partnership is purely by accident."
"It seems you've forgotten your original intention as a Hun Ling. Fine, don't come crying to me later," Hun Ling said. He stepped forward and kicked the door panel.
Jia watched Hun Ling's awkward yet powerful movements with a calm smile. "I didn't expect someone with such thin arms and legs to kick with such force."
"This door is really tough," Hun Ling said, turning his head to look at Jia.
The next second, Jia instantly interpreted the meaning in Hun Ling's expression. "Don't even think about asking me for help. My shoes are..." he said, looking down at his own dirty shoes, and continued, "In short, I will absolutely not do any door-kicking. It doesn't suit my status." He looked uncomfortable.
"If you don't help me, when Ouyang Ye comes later, you..."
"How would Ouyang Ye come? Just keep trying to scare me."
"I..."
"This is a new place the master found. If we don't kick the door open quickly, the master will discover us immediately, and we'll all be finished," a woman's voice suddenly reached their ears.
Following that, Hun Ling and Jia swallowed their unfinished words and slowly turned their heads to look at the Gu Yuan consciousness still floating in front of the door panel. "..."