"What about you? Aren't you staying together?" Hei Wuchang asked.
"No need! The urgent task is to first recover your injuries. Besides, this is the Ancient Battlefield. Only after your wounds are healed can you handle encountering Mahayana realm monsters. Otherwise, we probably wouldn't even have the ability to escape if we encountered them!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
"Alright! Since that's the case, I won't be pretentious. I can recover in at most a year," Hei Wuchang said.
"Mm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"Let's go out then!"
"Yes, Master! I'm completely at your command, no objections at all," Zha Muzhen said respectfully.
At that moment, Zhang Xiaohao took Zha Muzhen, tapped his foot, and surged upward. Within a dozen flashes, they reached the top, then jumped down from above, landing precisely on the ground.
"Master, this formation has already started running. Could it affect Hei Wuchang?" Zha Muzhen voiced his doubt.
