No one knew how much time had passed.
Mo Ningxiang slowly woke up, her eyes filled with confusion.
Utterly bewildered.
Feng Qingshui had suddenly disappeared, her whereabouts unknown, her life or death uncertain.
This was a tremendous blow to her.
Losing Feng Qingshui was like losing both her right and left arms; the Xuan Clan had lost a significant part of its essence.
The loss was immeasurable.
So immense that Mo Ningxiang could not accept it.
If only she had known...
If only she had known, she wouldn't have let Feng Qingshui personally go to the border.
But now, it was too late for everything.
There was no regret medicine in the world.
After she slowly woke up, she looked beside her.
"Ningxiang, you're awake?" came the figure of the Fifth Sword Emperor from the left.
She weakly nodded and looked to the right.
"Clan Leader, you finally woke up, really scared us to death. If you didn't wake up soon, I was afraid my head would be in jeopardy."
