For the next few days, the outside world lost contact with Xiao Heng once more. He focused solely on recovering from his injuries, while no one else, including Old Yao, came to disturb him. At most, they would come by, sense that his aura was stable, linger briefly, and then leave.
Yet while Xiao Heng spent those days recuperating, certain matters were proceeding in full swing. A piece of news also swept across Central Continent, though not enough time had passed for all of Central Continent to learn of it.
Still, word of the Four Directions Alliance and the Soul Clan's agreed battle at the Burial Sky Mountain Range on the fifteenth of June spread at a terrifying speed, becoming the greatest event in Central Continent during this period.
With the agreement already made, the two forces, which had previously clashed several times every day, tacitly settled down during the period before the battle.
The Soul Clan stopped causing trouble, and the allied forces did not go looking for them either. At least until the agreed battle was over, everyone tacitly placed the answer, for the time being, upon that battle.
However, everyone also understood clearly that the battle on the fifteenth of June was merely a climax. It was still far from the curtain call.
Still, no one could say what the future held. At the very least, Central Continent, and even the entire continent, hoped for a few more peaceful days, though some things always went against people's wishes.
As time passed, Xiao Heng's injuries gradually recovered.
He was like a cockroach—so long as he did not die, he could grow stronger. Or perhaps not stronger, exactly; at the very least, he had become more adapted to his surroundings.
If the opportunity was right, perhaps he might even