Not a Convincing Act

Shui Bing'er walked over to Zhou Qiubai and gently reached out to straighten the collar dampened by the mist.

Zhou Qiubai turned his head, the corners of his eyes lifting slightly, before turning back to Yang Guyun.

"How are your injuries?" he asked with concern.

Yang Guyun rose from the rock and slung the Returnless Spear, which had been resting across his knees, back over his shoulder.

The bloodstains on the spearhead had long since dried. As he moved his injured left arm, his shoulder and elbow joints gave a faint crack. Expressionless, he replied, "Flesh wounds."

Zhou Qiubai nodded and said no more.

Having known Yang Guyun for a long time, he could judge the severity of his injuries from his tone.

Though he looked seriously wounded, a few days of rest would be enough.

Besides, Yang Guyun's spear style was inherently fierce and forceful. Injuries were unavoidable.

As such, that guy's physical toughness was now exceptionally high.

He was even tougher than those builders from the Defense Clan.

The four of them followed their original route toward the edge of the forest.

There was no Titan Giant Ape clearing the way this time, nor were the five great ferocious beasts standing guard, yet the atmosphere within the forest had clearly changed.

Those ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts that had been restless when they arrived had all retreated into their own nests.

By the time they left the outskirts of Star Dou Forest, the sky had begun to brighten faintly.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Heaven Dou City.

Within the bedchamber of Heaven Dou Palace, only two eternal lamps flickered dimly.

The air was thick with the mixed scent of bitter medicinal broth and dragon saliva incense, so dense it was almost suffocating.

Emperor Xue Ye reclined against the dragon