Following that chasm, Qiao Kai found Xia Yueze without much difficulty.
The other man's current state could no longer be described by the word "wretched."
But fortunately, he was not dead.
He could only be called half-dead.
Even standing required him to exhaust every ounce of strength.
One glance was enough to see it.
Xia Yueze's body was covered in wounds of every size.
Many of them were genuine bone-deep injuries.
Even his once fairly handsome face had been utterly disfigured, with only half its flesh remaining, making him look like some sort of flesh-and-blood skeleton.
At a glance,
there was not the slightest trace of his former high spirits.
All that remained was an air of decay and desolation.
The main theme was misery!
However,
even so,
Xia Yueze had not fallen unconscious, instead forcing his eyes open.
When Qiao Kai's figure entered his sight,
though his face had long since been ruined, Qiao Kai could still easily see an indescribable sense of loss on Xia Yueze's face.
He understood that Xia Yueze was disappointed that the one who had come was not Ling Wuyuan, but that trace of disappointment soon turned into understanding and helplessness.
"...Has he already left?"
Just a few words,
yet they were steeped in endless bitterness.
Qiao Kai had no intention of concealing anything or softening his words.
"Yes, he left directly."
"Without the slightest attachment."
"I suppose he was certain that after taking his blow, even if you did not die on the spot, you would have no fighting strength left... Of course, judging by your actual condition now, he was obviously right."
Hearing that,
Xia Yueze first fell silent for a moment.
Then, already only barely holding on, he decisively chose to lie down on the ground.
"All right."
"He was indeed