Hiding on that tattered meditation cushion for another two or three days, Fang Hao felt that the injuries on his body had mostly healed; although that trace of warm current was weak, it was persistent and gentle, which was very beneficial for stabilizing his Foundation.
He dared not stay any longer; who knew if those two Nascent Soul ancestors above had finished fighting?
If they happened to find their way down here, it would truly be like catching a turtle in a jar.
He carefully crept out from the underground stone chamber; outside was a scene of chaos, with half of the main hall collapsed and shocking traces of battle, but there was no one in sight, and that troublesome "Seven-Colored Spirit Nourishing Flower" was also gone—he did not know if it had been taken by someone or destroyed.
Fang Hao let out a sigh of relief, not daring to look around too much; he identified the direction and continued to sneak deeper into the ruins.
