Whoosh!
Jun Wu and Mei Ling appeared in front of the black pagoda. Their clothes torn, their hair disheveled, and they were covered in bruises and injuries.
Especially Mei Ling, the deep gash on her waist showed how precarious her situation was.
"Finally!" Jun Wu muttered, inhaling the free air.
Standing beside him, Mei Ling stared coldly into the distance, but if looked carefully, one could see the corner of her lips twitching.
Inwardly, she was thankful and happy that they survived the ordeal. When she faced the Twin Fury Lion, she had already given up, waiting for death.
But luck was on her side. She survived by falling into the small room.
From the corner of her eyes, she looked at Jun Wu and various complicated thoughts flashed through her eyes.
If not for their precarious situation, she wouldn't have batted an eye at him. She was cold and aloof, believing no one could compare to her.
