Early the next morning, after breakfast, the group prepared to leave Panshi Ridge.
Luo Beiming and his two companions hadn't wanted to impose any longer after dinner the previous evening, so they'd left soon afterward.
According to Luo Beiming, they planned to skirt Mount Dajin and continue north, searching for more clues about the Underground Race.
With Luo Beiming's skills, there was naturally no need to worry about him running into evil creatures. Ordinary ones would be little more than easy prey for him.
And after spending so much time with Luo Beiming, the Wang siblings had undoubtedly grown by leaps and bounds. Wang Liya, in particular, was even capable of holding her own.
With Luo Beiming around, there was no need to worry about the risks.
As for Jiang Yue and his group, they'd spent only a single day at Panshi Ridge, and they still felt they hadn't had enough time there.
During that day and night at Panshi Ridge, everyone had set aside their burdens, forgotten the troubles of the Era of Strangeness, and put Star City's turmoil out of their minds. They'd let themselves breathe for a little while.
It had been brief, but that day and night had undoubtedly been deeply restorative.
The oppressive weight on everyone's hearts had eased noticeably, too.
His aunt's family was still holding their ground at Panshi Ridge. His aunt insisted that it was her duty.
All the men of the Old Jiang Family were out making their way in the world. As a daughter of the family, she had a responsibility to safeguard its legacy.
The helicopter pierced the sky and slowly disappeared into the clouds.
Jiang Du watched until it vanished on the horizon, her nose turning slightly red.
Tang Tiande stood beside her. "Don't hold it in. There's