Ye Xiaowei Ascends the Stairs

Recalling the past, Ye Xiaowei's thoughts unconsciously drifted away. The hardships and joys of the past had long since weathered into dust in the flow of time. Today, there were fewer and fewer people mentioning Li Daocheng.

However, how could he forget? It was impossible for him to forget.

"Why are you standing there daydreaming? The ladder will close in ten breaths," the little grass spirit suddenly appeared urgent, awakening Ye Xiaowei from his contemplation.

Ye Xiaowei looked up and indeed saw the number "ten" appearing at the top of the stairs. According to the little grass spirit, this "ten" should indicate the time remaining until the stairs closed.

At the same time, those who were previously on the stairs were now descending, various figures blending together like a colorful torrent.

Their descent speed was noticeably faster than their ascent, and the pressure below five thousand steps was so weak that, for many strong individuals, it was negligible.