Only then did moonlight finally spill down from above the gorge.
It illuminated the scene within.
Outside, everything lay in ruins.
Deep hoofprints and claw marks covered the gorge floor. Broken stones lay scattered everywhere, and dust rolled through the air.
Lin Qing poked his head out and looked both ways.
Only after confirming there was no danger did he slowly crawl out of the cave.
Yue Ling'er followed close behind. Her face was still a little pale, but she looked much better than before.
The two stood in the gorge and exchanged a glance, then both let out a long breath.
Only then did they realize their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
They stood there in silence for a moment. Neither spoke.
What had just happened was far too dangerous. One misstep, and they would have been doomed beyond redemption.
Had they been a moment slower and gotten trapped in the gorge, there would not have been a whole corpse left between them.
Just then, the Blood-Soul Jade grew faintly warm inside Lin Qing's clothes.
A thought stirred in Lin Qing's mind. He hurriedly took out the Blood-Soul Jade and channeled a wisp of Gang Force into it.
Ji Han's tearful voice came through in broken fragments.
"Help me... help me..."
Her voice was low, as though she were forcing the words through a constricted throat, and it trembled.
Yue Ling'er's expression changed. "Oh no! Ji Han's in danger!"
Lin Qing nodded grimly. He put away the Blood-Soul Jade and said, "Let's go."
Yue Shanhe had appointed him captain of the national team, and the Martial Temple had given him the position of eighth-generation Envoy.
With those two burdens now on his shoulders, protecting his companions was his duty.
However cold and proud Ji Han might usually be,