"Early tomorrow morning, we set out," Qian Renxue said. "Everyone get a proper rest tonight. Once we enter the Saint Soul Mountain Range, we may not get a full night's sleep for days."
After the meeting ended, everyone dispersed. When Su Chen walked out of the meeting room, Chen Hao caught up from behind and walked beside him.
"Strategist, is your hand really all right?" Chen Hao asked in a lower voice. "The Saint Soul Mountain Range isn't a place like Clear Wind Valley. They say there are Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts inside. Can you manage with one and a half hands?"
Su Chen patted his shoulder with his left hand. "Relax. Even if I only had one hand left, I'd still run faster than you."
Chen Hao curled his lip. "That's not necessarily true. I'm recovering really well now."
Su Chen smiled and did not continue the topic. He returned to his room and simply packed the things he would need tomorrow. His Storage Soul Tool held two thick cold-weather coats, several packs of compressed rations, a flask of water, medicine, a spare Soul Tool Brace, three blank communication Jade Talismans, and a short blade—his long weapon had been smashed apart by falling rocks during the explosion in Clear Wind Valley, and he had not had time to have a new one forged, so he could only make do with the short blade for now.
After he finished packing, he sat down on the edge of the bed and stared blankly at the night outside the window. Heaven Dou City's nights were as quiet and peaceful as ever. In the distance came the sound of a night watchman striking his clapper, one beat after another, long and slow. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the splint on his right arm. The cracked