TSFLIP Chapter 587

“Number fifty-six—done!” Feng Guang tied up the last person and clapped her hands with flair.

Her bold and commanding presence made him, by contrast, seem almost frail.

For a brief moment, the usually frail-looking Si Jia had a strange realization—bringing a woman like her along made him feel extremely safe.

Not just safe. Exceptionally safe.

Feng Guang noticed him just standing there staring at her and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the dim corridor into an equally dark main hall. At the far end stood a man in black—Number Eighteen, the second-in-command of Wuji Tower.

Seeing someone emerge alive from the so-called “death passage”—a place no one had ever returned from—Eighteen stood frozen in shock. After a long pause, he finally spoke: “Tower—”

“Tower Master,” Si Jia cut him off. When speaking to others, his tone was always cool and detached. “I’ve passed the trial. Doesn’t that prove I’m no longer part of Wuji Tower?”

“So you’re the Tower Master of Wuji Tower?” Feng Guang scoffed. “Doesn’t look like much.”

She wasn’t trying to insult him—it was more out of frustration. If not for this guy being Tower Master, Si Jia wouldn’t have had to risk his life going through that death trap.

What she didn’t know was that, regardless of who it was—even the Tower Master himself—anyone who wanted to leave Wuji Tower had to go through this process. It was the rule.

The man she just called Tower Master—Eighteen paused for a long time. Just moments ago, he was only a deputy, and now, suddenly, he had been promoted. He wasn’t used to it yet. After a long silence, he dutifully said, “The Death Passage has always been a solo trial. There has never been a case of two people completing it together.”

Si Jia’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then maybe… we’re the exception.”

“…” The newly promoted Tower Master didn’t dare argue—he was afraid Si Jia might hypnotize him at any moment and kill him before he even realized what was happening.

Feng Guang glanced at Si Jia, then at the man with the weak aura, and began spinning her twisted logic, though it was a threat. “I’m Si Jia’s wife. Husband and wife are one, so we count as one person. So what if we went through the Death Passage together? Do you even know who I am? Want me to bring a team and wipe your whole Wuji Tower off the map?”

Eighteen didn’t know who she was. But the moment she said she was Si Jia’s wife, his eyes widened in shock and turned to Si Jia.

But Si Jia didn’t refute her. His eyes sparkled with amusement—clearly, he liked what she said—a lot.

Eighteen’s face… twisted as if he’d just swallowed a fly.

Feng Guang wasn’t the patient type, and she was still worried about Si Jia’s injuries, so she snapped, “So are you going to remove his name from your roster or not? He’s mine now, not part of your Wuji Tower. What, you guys force people to stay at your company even when they try to quit?”

Her phrasing was odd, but Eighteen got the point—this was someone he couldn’t afford to offend. He glanced at Si Jia’s expression, then, in a strange tone, said, “Si Jia has passed the trial. From now on, he is no longer a member of Wuji Tower.”

And with that, he fell into an uneasy silence. I mean, what kind of situation was this? A deputy Tower Master dismissing the actual Tower Master? What the hell was going on?

“Great!” Feng Guang grabbed Si Jia’s hand and hurried to leave. “Let’s get out of here and find a doctor. You’ve got way too many injuries—they need proper treatment.”

Eighteen held back his comment. After years of working under the Tower Master, he knew the man well—aside from that one scratch on his face, most of the blood on him probably didn’t even belong to him.