Staring at the little Daoist on the ground without breath, gradually dissolving into blood merging with the crimson tide, Xu Xiaoyou gently shook her head, choosing not to linger, and headed towards the exit.
Her body slowly sank into the wall, the feeling exactly the same as when she entered.
But this time, already mentally prepared, she felt little discomfort and passed through the wall in no time.
Several points of light flickered before her eyes; they were the neon signs of the city.
Fresh air greeted her face as it began to drizzle in the city at some unknown time, cool raindrops landing on her body.
Xu Xiaoyou couldn't help but close her eyes, savoring this pleasant sensation.
Her entire being relaxed, as if she had come alive again.
Surveying the familiar city streets around her, Xu Xiaoyou felt as if an entire era had passed.
