The wheels rolled through the wet, muddy road, leaving behind the town that had just survived a catastrophe.
The rain had gradually ceased, but the sky remained gloomy, the air thick with moisture, and the river's bloody scent still lingered.
Chen Yi, Min Ning, and Yin Weiyin shared a ride in the carriage, the space inside was sizeable, yet felt particularly cramped, the atmosphere rather subtle.
The carriage curtain lifted, Zhao Deshan with several disciples of the Shenxiao Sect stood by the roadside with folded hands in farewell, their expressions complex and surprised, mixed with awe, shock, a sense of relief at surviving, and a hint of regret for not personally resolving the calamity.
"Mr. Chen, Hero Min, we will proceed to Dragon Tail City later, and bid farewell here. Until we meet again." Zhao Deshan's voice was loud, penetrating the rain's after-silence.
At the first few words, Min Ning slightly turned her head, glancing at Chen Yi with a hint of pride.
