"Whew—"
Qian Ying let out a long breath of stale air, his chest heaving violently, his face still marked with lingering exhaustion and gravity.
His gaze passed through the roaring flames at the hall entrance. In the leaping firelight, he could only make out a small patch not far away; everything else was still swallowed by thick darkness, so dense it could not be dispersed.
From here, he could not see the full layout of the campsite at all. He could only glimpse scattered bits of flame and broken wood, and even those were blurry.
"Those four didn't follow us over. They'll have to rely on themselves now." Qian Ying's tone was flat, without the slightest trace of worry, as if he were talking about some trivial matter that had nothing to do with him. "Maybe they'll survive being surrounded by the Black Shadows. Who knows."
With that, he stopped looking outside the hall and walked straight to the center of the Great Hall, sitting down cross-legged. He said to Zhou Zixing, "Elder Zhou, I need to regulate my breathing for a while and recover. You've been busy all night too, so why not rest a bit as well and conserve your strength? If the Black Shadows charge over later, the two of us will still need to join forces to deal with them."
When Zhou Zixing heard this, his heart stirred, and he also felt it made sense.
A whole night of high-intensity fighting had already left him exhausted in both body and mind. The Xiantian power inside his body had been greatly depleted. If he did not recover in time, and the Black Shadows really launched a large-scale attack, he would likely find it hard to hold on.
He nodded, quickly walked to Qian Ying's side, sat down