Xiao Yi and Qing Lin left after stabilizing their injuries.
Both of them had a large number of tasks to complete. While wandering around, they completed their academy tasks with ease.
At this moment, in a forest of demon beasts.
The two gasped for breath, and in the next second, they slumped directly onto the ground.
Looking closely, Xiao Yi's sword was drenched in blood.
Warm droplets of blood continuously slid down from the sword edge.
Qing Lin's fingertips were also covered in blood.
Surrounding them were the corpses of demon beasts scattered all over the place, along with the scarred remains of battle.
The intense smell of blood was exceptionally pungent.
However, neither of them minded, as they panted heavily, their pale faces attesting to their extreme exhaustion.
"Xiao Yi, how are you holding up?" Qing Lin asked with a playful smile.
"With my level of cultivation, the tasks I take on from the academy are much higher than the ones you have taken."
