The events in the world beyond the battlefield had no effect on the outside world, but time passed at the same pace.
By the time Shi Lan and the others left the battlefield, Zhao Ye, who had been lying nearby, had already vanished.
Shi Lan frowned slightly. These people clearly had sects backing them. If Zhao Ye had escaped alive, he might cause them considerable trouble.
Shi Lan surveyed the surroundings, then looked toward Lin Mo, who had already passed out nearby. She lowered her head and asked:
"Will changes to the story have a major impact? What happens next? Was Ning An fated to die here?"
"Yes. Now that Ning An is still alive, this may lead to unexpected consequences. It was Ning An's death that changed Lin Mo's temperament and allowed the story to progress."
Liang Yunnan nodded and added:
"Actually, we don't know much about the story either. The Cube's prompts are incomplete. Most of the time, when we enter a dungeon, we're just feeling our way across the river by touching the stones."
Shi Lan nodded thoughtfully, waved for the four of them to leave, then lay down in a comfortable position not far behind Lin Mo. She closed her eyes, and her consciousness sank into Ning An's sea of consciousness. After that, she made not the slightest sound.
After leaving Shi Lan, Liang Yunnan and the others arrived at a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city.
It served as their temporary meeting place. After all, in public, they still had roles of their own to play.
In the spotless living room, they sat around a table, each with a steaming cup of tea in front of them.
Fury filled Xue Qiong's eyes. She drained her cup, then hurled it violently at