Tianji City.
Supported high above by the dual palms of the towering Qingtian Mechanism, the injured Nameless Elder was seated cross-legged in the inner city square, his gaze fixed on the head of the Qingtian Mechanism, his brows furrowed, face filled with worry.
At this moment, a figure quietly arrived behind him.
Seeing this, the Nameless Elder hurriedly tried to stand up, but the person gestured with a wave of the hand to stop him, signalling that there was no need for formalities.
"City Lord, do you think Brother Shen and the others will be able to make it back?" The Nameless Elder looked up at the person beside him and asked.
"It's difficult to say; after all, we've never encountered such a situation before. However, I believe in Friend Shen. As the saying goes, 'Fortune favors the bold'; he will certainly be fine," the Junior Master replied thoughtfully, shaking his head.
