Hope City celebrated the victory of the war, but no one knew that the two most central figures of this war had long since left.
Endless mountains, dense forests.
Perhaps it was because of the existence of the Elf Race in the East of the minor world, or maybe the plants in the East indeed grew somewhat better than those in the West, nearly half of the minor world's eastern area was occupied by mountains and forests.
And now, deep within a mountainous forest, two people sat quietly beside a cave.
"Boss, you really should have killed me." Ning Wangyang's face was somewhat pale, the previous battle had indeed brought him considerable injuries; the two had left the battlefield two days ago, and he still hadn't fully recovered.
"Do you want another slap?" Li Chen said, tilting his head while sorting the food beside him.
