Large, immaculate white begonia blossoms bloomed sporadically across the mountains.
Above every begonia stood, reclined, or lay one or two White Robes, Red Robes, or gray-robed figures. Their expressions were blank, bewildered, or intoxicated as they repeated simple yet profound rhythmic motions according to some Great Dao cadence.
"Whoosh..."
The wind rustled through the air.
Carrying the unconscious Ba Zunan on his back, Haitang'er had already darted from the depths of the mountains to the outskirts of Eight Palaces Town.
At this point, never mind whether the ordinary White Robes could catch up.
Even Gou Wuyue, without the Nation-Covering Sky Shroud's sensory network, would likely find it difficult to trace the Saint Slave pair again.
"Mmph."
A pained muffled groan came from his back, and Haitang'er promptly stopped.
"You're awake?"
With a turn of his head, a pink begonia blossomed in midair, and he set the man down upon it.
The scene remained silent for a long while.
Ba Zunan sat upright atop the begonia, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he raised his eyes to look at Haitang'er.
He said nothing, merely stared for a long time, until Haitang'er could no longer endure it himself.
"The situation was critical then. You still couldn't make a move, and I had no choice but to..."
"You ambushed me?"
Haitang'er's words caught in his throat.
A chill rested in Ba Zunan's eyes as he interrupted him like that. For a moment, Haitang'er did not know how to defend himself.
"Yes!"
"That is indeed a fact."
Gritting his teeth, Haitang'er immediately continued, "But at that time, if we really fought Gou Wuyue, leaving aside the fact that your injuries hadn't recovered, could you even hold a sword..."
"You ambushed me?"
The scene fell silent again.
Haitang'er closed his eyes