Inside the carriage, there was deathly silence.
The blaring of horns and roar of engines rose and fell from the streets outside, yet not a trace of it entered the vehicle. With its almost absurd noise reduction and shock absorption, the carriage seemed completely cut off from the outside world.
Lin Qiye and the others sat on the sofas in silence.
"How is that possible..." Baili Pangpang frowned deeply. "He's Great Xia's Sword Saint, an existence capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with gods. How could he..."
"Standing shoulder to shoulder with gods doesn't mean being invincible." An Qingyu, seated nearby, spoke slowly. "The situation Beyond the Mist has always been beyond human control. Although the Sword Saint could fight a god one-on-one, who could guarantee... there was only one god in the mist?"
"You mean he might have been besieged by multiple gods?" Lin Qiye's expression became incomparably grave.
"That's only my speculation." An Qingyu adjusted his glasses. "After all, there aren't many existences in this world capable of threatening the Sword Saint. In a one-on-one fight, even if he couldn't win, he could still retreat unscathed—unless there was more than one god."
"Then what do we do?"
"There's nothing we can do... at least, nothing we can do..."
"Are we really going to do nothing?" Baili Pangpang grew anxious. "That's the Sword Saint! The Sword Saint who swept the floors and washed our dishes every day, who brought us all the way here!
"He's done so much for us. Now that he's going to die, can we only sit here and wait?"
After Baili Pangpang finished speaking, the entire carriage fell silent.
After a long silence, Lin Qiye sighed. "But Commander Ye is right. We don't know where that city is in the mist, we have no way