"..." Su Ming'an had been silent.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Beili Sier kept apologizing, his voice filled with pain echoing in the stairwell.
"You saved me, what is there to apologize for?" Su Ming'an said.
"I'm sorry. I saved you out of my own selfish desires," Beili Sier said.
"Saved is saved," Su Ming'an said indifferently.
No matter what thoughts Beili Sier harbored, having saved him was what mattered—in deeds, not intentions. Moreover... Su Ming'an always associated Beili Sier with Lv Shu after his own death, so he couldn't bring himself to dislike him.
He saw a crimson flash at the back of Beili Sier's neck—each of the Nine Thrones had certain privileges, whether to open the central control room or other spaces.
Soon, the two arrived at a dark room. Beili Sier used his privileges to open the door and took several potions for Su Ming'an.
