"Hmm." Su Xiaowan wiped her tears, nodded, knowing it wasn't the time to cry. She supported Lin Wan'er, who carefully held Bai Ling'er, and the two began arduously searching for temporary shelter in this unfamiliar forest.
Their hearts were full of worry for Luo Qingchen and uncertainty about the future.
But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they wouldn't give up.
Luo Qingchen walked cautiously in the dark and deep underground palace. Every step was taken with care. The Black Dragon Sword was tightly held in his hand, the tip slightly lowered, ready to counter any surprise attacks. The Chaos Technique was slowly operating within him, refining and absorbing the meager spiritual energy, a small effort compared to what was needed, but still better than nothing.
