Saint Mo had gone far away, and Eliza gazed at Yang Tian's soul, uncertain of what she was thinking. With a wave of her hand, the Demon Grinding Law suppressing Yang Tian's soul dispersed. She operated her Divine Sense, guiding Yang Tian's soul back to his body. After completing all this, she sat silently in front of Yang Tian, watching him.
No one knew how much time had passed. Eliza grew tired and fell asleep on a stone in front of Yang Tian.
All around was deathly silent.
When Yang Tian opened his eyes, it was already the next day. He instinctively reached for the Holy Sword at his waist. After gripping the sword, he looked around and quickly saw Eliza asleep in front of him.
He stood up and took in the surroundings; it was still the tranquil forest.
Perhaps it was because, after the Demon Beast's death, its blood stained the earth, other beasts dared not come near, and the place was extraordinarily quiet.
