Evan Yang had entered the second floor, and even made it to the third, but the old man before him only knew that Evan had reached the second floor—he had no idea Evan had gone up to the third.
But Evan had a question. He asked, "Has anyone ever succeeded in Body-Entry before?"
"Yes. Sometimes, people from outside come in, leaving only their bodies behind while their souls disappear. The locals of Soul-World catch them to study, which is how the Body-Entry Art came about," the old man replied.
Evan finally understood how the Body-Entry Art was developed—it was researched from those cases. He showed a strange expression. "So, how many people have ever made it out?"
"Well, according to the records, there were two. But they never came back, so no one knows where they went," the old man thought for a moment and answered.
"I see." Evan nodded in understanding, then took his leave from the old man and returned to his room, but the old man's words kept echoing in his mind.
"That old man isn't simple. If I'd known he knew everything, I would've just asked him directly," Evan muttered to himself as he walked.
The old man also muttered to himself, "Why does this kid always ask such weird questions?"
Back in his room, Evan planned to go into seclusion. He was determined to gain the strength to reach the fourth floor, obtain the Body-Entry Art, leave the Soul-World, and return to where he truly belonged.
Chaotic Soul-Force—what Evan needed now was to build up as much Chaotic Soul-Force as possible, so he began cultivating with all his might.