"Pah." Bian Weiying spat, ignoring Wu Jinliang's warning. She could not resist hugging Shi Chun again, as though she wished to meld him into her own body. Having learned that he had not betrayed her, that he had been concerned for her safety, she felt a joy no outsider could comprehend.
Only after a long while, when Shi Chun patted her, did she finally let go.
Freed from her embrace, Shi Chun began calming his mind and regulating his breathing.
Once his depleted blood qi had recovered, the three continued on their way as before.
After traveling for a while, they had to find somewhere to rest again. After this happened repeatedly, Bian Weiying understood without Shi Chun telling her that his night vision might be related to the cultivation method he practiced.
She mistakenly assumed that this method consumed a great deal of his magical power.
Later, there were more and more monsters along their route. Sometimes they even had to rest amid a heap of monsters, not daring to speak, and Bian Weiying took on more of the responsibility for keeping watch.
Stopping and starting like this, they took over a full day to cover a stretch that had seemed so short when flying with the Wind Scales.
They stopped several hundred zhang from the monster whose core glowed Red Glow. They simply could not get any closer. Too many monsters had gathered in this area, often surging in masses, packed against one another.
All they could do next was wait. There was no better way, at least none they could find for now.
Shi Chun sat cross-legged to recover while Wu Jinliang and Bian Weiying kept watch, occasionally lifting the flap of flesh to look outside. They had already grown accustomed to the disgusting stench inside the