"An angel of justice..." Bai Hao muttered under his breath. Although he had said it very quietly, Song Lei could still hear it. Raising his brow, he turned around and walked toward Bai Hao.
"Who exactly is an angel of justice?" he asked while helping Bai Hao get up from the ground.
"You looked just like one," Bai Hao said before taking a few deep breaths. Such a deadly
encounter had left him disheveled and tired. "With a holy sword covered in ethereal flames that burn the evil away from this realm and a never-ending sense of justice that illuminates the darkness created by evil!" he said dramatically.
Song Lei felt slightly disoriented because of the wave of cringy comments. Seeing Song Lei purse his lips in shame, Bai Hao decided to drop the matter.
"The corridor must have gotten shorter after that encounter..." He muttered to himself. Song Lei raised his brow in answer before saying,
"What do you mean by that?"