Ji Jue sank into thought. Before long, he looked up at the phantom beside him. “Where’s the old geezer? I want to see him!”

After a moment of pondering, the phantom pointed toward a door behind him. The door swung open, revealing a corridor.

“Thanks.” Ji Jue turned his wheelchair around and slowly made his way down the corridor, leaving the wreckage behind him untouched.

The entire workshop seemed to be constantly shifting. Even the space behind the same door was different every time he looked. Sometimes this corridor led to the materials storehouse, sometimes to the makeshift bed where Ji Jue slept, and sometimes to the latrine. Now, it had become the passage to Jian Yuan’s workroom.

No matter how many times Ji Jue passed through it, he could still feel the gazes watching him from the darkness. It was as though his every movement lay exposed before countless unseen ey...