Bai Yujing

Over the wilderness, the earth-shattering battle had ended, yet heaven and earth still trembled without cease. The ancient road had crumbled, turbulent currents raged for a thousand miles, and sand billowed across ten thousand.

Ning Chen watched the three figures disappear and did not stop them. Di Mingtian was no ordinary man; he could not be severely injured in a short time, so there was no need to continue the battle.

More importantly, those Starfield Overseers had been keeping a close eye on him. Now that someone capable of threatening them had appeared, he was more than happy to see it.

Blood mist gathered, the sword edge vanished, and the white fan reappeared in Ning Chen's hand. His aura completely withdrew as he stepped forward.

A hundred miles away, Hong Wulei saw the approaching figure in the distance and immediately went to meet him.

Seeing the worry in the newcomer's eyes, Ning Chen smiled. "I'm fine."

Ruoxi also walked over, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

"Let's go. We should continue on our way," Ning Chen said softly.

"Mm."

The two nodded and followed at his left and right as they continued onward.

Not far away, Ji Yuqing watched the man approaching them, complexity flashing through her eyes. The contest upon the ancient road, kings crossing blades—thinking of it now, it was truly laughable.

The true favored sons of heaven, such as the Bai Yujing before her, the former Ninth Son of Ink Sect, and that silver-robed young man from earlier, had long surpassed the younger generation by an unknown extent. Compared with the strongest experts beneath this starry sky, they likely did not fall short in the slightest.

"Miss Ji, let us be on our way."

As they passed one another, Ning Chen offered a quiet reminder. The