"What is the most valuable thing in the Historical Fragments?"
"How would I know."
"Take a guess."
"Weapons?"
"Not at all—there's actually nothing to eat in the Other Shore, so Historical Fragments are our foundation for survival."
Hera took a fierce bite of a flatbread, her lips covered in sesame seeds, eating with great delight.
Shen Ye was at a loss for words.
—This seemed to be a restaurant.
As soon as they entered, a solemn voice echoed in the Void:
"Honorable Sabi, welcome to dine with us."
Then the stone table was immediately filled with all sorts of food.
Tch.
A feeling of annoyance welled up.
Shen Ye simply picked up a cup of wine from the table and drank slowly.
After taking a few more gulps of wine, he watched as Hera turned the Ring and packed up all the food, yet he realized she had no intention of leaving.
"Aren't we supposed to find the Entry?"
Shen Ye asked.
"Yes—but there are too many people vying for the top floor of the Holy Tower," Hera said.
