"Rest assured, everyone. Zhao Yun's life is no longer in danger."
Everyone froze for a moment, and some nearly cried out. Zhou Yunmiao hurriedly added, "Zhao Yun still can't wake up for now. He needs rest, so don't disturb him!"
"Understood, understood!"
Everyone nodded repeatedly, even breathing carefully. Li Hongluan let out a long breath, only then realizing that her face was wet. She had been crying silently.
Leaning against the doorframe, Zhai Qianqian closed her eyes, unable to stop the corners of her lips from lifting slightly. This was wonderful. She would never have to suffer such heart-wrenching pain again.
Meanwhile, in a plain study, Chen Wuwei had not slept all night. He coughed repeatedly and kept glancing toward the door.
Before long, someone hurried in and leaned close to Chen Wuwei's ear. "Zhao Yun is all right. I confirmed it—he's still alive, though he can't wake up for now. Sect Leader, would you like to see him?"
Chen Wuwei waved a hand. Watching the sky gradually brighten and the morning sun about to rise, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "There is no need. I'm afraid he and I are fated never to meet again in this life."
Chi Long Hongyun withdrew with the Barbarian Army at great speed. Lu Lingshuang led the Demon Suppressing Army and the remaining Lu family troops in relentless pursuit, joining forces with reinforcements from every direction. Yet they never found an opening and could only drive them onward, hoping the early winter snow would arrive sooner and perhaps bring a turning point.
Yang Huaiyu returned to Changsheng City with the remaining Demon Suppressing Army and city defenders. The citizens welcomed them along the streets, their faces beaming brighter than during the New Year.
Reinforcements from every direction continued to arrive and