Zhang Lexuan let go of Huo Yuhao's hand and began to walk like a robot, her steps stiff. In a daze, she slowly shuffled toward them.
Her eleven companions hadn't even left behind their bones... In this continent's oldest primeval forest, human strength was so insignificant. The Soul Beasts were the true masters here.
Thoughts of the dead surged over her like a tide, leaving Zhang Lexuan unable to breathe. Their eleven faces appeared before her, smiling.
"Lexuan."
"Sister Lexuan!"
"Sister Lexuan, where's Xuan Zi? Has he abandoned us?"
"Sister Lexuan, don't worry about us. You're the strongest—go, now!"
Tears slid down her exquisite face like beads from a broken string. Her foot suddenly struck a stone, and she stumbled, falling to the ground.
She didn't get up. Instead, she crawled forward little by little, not caring that her clothes were getting dirty. She crawled all the way to the few belongings her companions had left behind, covering her mouth to keep herself from sobbing aloud.
Huo Yuhao said nothing. He watched in silence, doing his best to expand his Spiritual Interference Domain, thickening the mist around them to conceal their presence and voices.
This was Zhang Lexuan's funeral for them. All he had to do was watch.
Using her Storage Soul Tool, she carefully packed away their few remaining belongings, one by one. Whether it was clothing, the remnants of their Soul Tools, or their weapons, she took care to pack away anything that could still be salvaged, no matter how bloodstained or torn.
Five minutes later, Zhang Lexuan rose to her feet and transmitted her voice to Huo Yuhao.
"Let's... go."
She knew what mattered most. Staying here even one second longer would be irresponsible toward both her own life and Huo Yuhao's.
She took his