Five hundred miles from the Sky Void Palace, atop a mountain peak. Dawn was just breaking. A sprawling campsite lay here, covering an area several kilometers across.
Figures clad in stealth gear, evidently exhausted from the previous night's harrowing battle, rested within the camp. Their safe retreat had been a stroke of sheer luck.
These were the experts from Saintess Hall who had retreated from the Sky Void Palace.
Inside a tent at the center of the campsite, Ling Chen lay on a mat, his face pale, apparently unconscious. Beside him was Xia Yunxin.
Xia Yunxin held a damp towel, gently wiping Ling Chen's forehead.
"Yan'er…" Ling Chen mumbled, his words indistinct.
Still thinking about that woman…
Xia Yunxin's brow furrowed slightly. She hadn't expected Ling Chen to still be clinging to hope for Xu Ruoyan, even in this situation.
To be so devoted to one person, to go to such lengths for her…
