A day later.
Jun Wu stood under the willow tree, enjoying the morning breeze. His shoulder-length hair swirled gently with the breeze and his face had regained its luster.
For the bruises and injuries, after consuming healing pills and recovery pills, his body had returned to its peak.
Watching the rising sun on the horizon, Jun Wu couldn't help but worry about Zhang Wei and Mao Yun.
'I hope they can make it back alive…' He thought and shook his head.
Without venturing into the ruin, people would never understand the horror that lay inside.
Especially for those that fell into the labyrinth. He had come close to death so many times that he had lost count.
By grit and luck, he managed to survive that hell hole. His thoughts drifted to Mei Ling.
"I wonder if she is also out."
Since they both escaped the labyrinth, he believed her chance of survival was higher than the others.
