A barely audible gunshot was drowned out by the chatter of guests in the ballroom.,Thinking of this, z gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he climbed out of the pit. He picked up a branch at hand, leaning on it as he walked towards the memory's gathering point.,Qiao Xi walked out from the darkness, leaning on a stick in her hand. Her white t-shirt was stained dirty all over, with faint traces of mud marks visible. Her black pants were also covered in dirt, with several scratches.。