Lan Chen will never forget that day.
Nearly fifty Angels cornered him and Zhong Wei at a mountaintop.
In front was a bottomless cliff, and behind were pursuers only a few steps away.
Zhong Wei stood at the cliff's edge, carrying him.
Yes, his injuries weren't severe, but this peak was beyond his physical ability. Throughout the journey, every action had been conducted with Zhong Wei carrying him.
Running, jumping, climbing...
The desolate island was covered with thorns and jagged rocks. He could hardly take a few steps without falling and getting bruised, skin scraped, or bleeding from cuts caused by the thorns.
If it was only pain, he could endure it. But it was not just pain; it affected his agility. He couldn't move quickly, and the more serious issue was that the bleeding attracted more bloodthirsty Angels!
So, Zhong Wei rarely let him walk.
