Deep in the wilderness, the invisible weight of gravity becomes increasingly heavy, every step feels like dragging legs filled with lead, leaving varying depths of marks on the gray-black hard rocks.
The Hunting Group has fought bloodily to this point, only gaining a moment's respite, then being heavily wounded by the Black Mud Lord, already at the end of their strength, now relying solely on willpower to support their faltering bodies.
Su Qi was awakened by Daoist Mengyi's words, suddenly realizing his own abnormal state of mind, a strong sense of shame seized him fiercely.
He took a deep breath of air mixed with the scent of blood and scorched smell, forcibly suppressing the turbulent emotions, he nodded heavily, his voice carrying a hoarse fatigue:
"Alright! Let's go with what the Daoist said, we'll talk about it when we return!"
His gaze turned to Su Lin, the weight almost spilling from his eyes:
"Linzi, on the way back, you'll assist the old man in commanding."
