On the precipice, the ashen Ghost Fog surged and churned.
The corpse-shells of four Six-Eyed Monsters were scattered among the shattered stones; their flesh and skin had collapsed, and their skeletal outlines jutted through their shriveled pelts.
Fang Han walked out from the depths of the Ghost Fog, his figure piercing through the fog wall to reappear upon the precipice.
Xue Qinghe leaned against a large boulder with her sabre laid horizontally across her lap, her beautiful eyes fixed continuously upon the direction where Fang Han had vanished.
Seeing Fang Han's figure step out from the mist, her taut shoulders suddenly relaxed and the fingers gripping the sabre hilt slowly loosened, only then discovering that her palms were slick with cold sweat.
"You're finally back!"
Fang Han nodded, his gaze sweeping over the injuries upon her body.
The claw mark on her left shoulder was still seeping blood, her complexion was pale to the point of near transparency, her lips were dry and chapped, and her entire person leaned against the stone as though she might collapse at any moment.
"Were those four monsters dealt with?"
"Dealt with."
Hearing this, Xue Qinghe looked with complicated eyes upon the young man before her, her thoughts churning within her heart as she remained silent for a long moment, finally unable to help speaking in a soft voice:
"I thought I would die here, devoured by those monsters, and that in the end even the Demon Suppression Bureau wouldn't be able to find where my corpse had perished."
"I never expected that in the end you would appear and save me... Fang Han, thank you."
Hearing this, the corners of Fang Han's mouth lifted slightly.
"You still owe me a healing secret technique. If I didn't rescue you, who would I go to