"Hah... hah..."
In a ruined temple deep in the mountains, Si Shuo leaned against a door panel, gasping for breath.
Without their cultivation, they were flesh and blood after all. They grew tired, grew thirsty, and bled.
"The pursuers... shouldn't find this place anytime soon."
Si Shuo wiped the mud from his face, glanced outside the ruined temple, and finally sat down on the ground.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ling, the former female Immortal King, still stiffly held her arms in that cradling position.
Just then, the infant in her arms began to cry.
"Wah! Waaah!"
Jiang Ling lowered her head and stared at the wrinkled, red little life in her arms, at a loss for what to do.
"What... what's wrong with him?"
"Why does he keep crying? Was he hurt in the fire?"
Si Shuo came over for a look and shrugged helplessly.
"The little fellow isn't hurt."
He gently touched the infant's cheek. "He's hungry."
"Hungry?"
Jiang Ling froze, then instinctively reached toward her waist, only to find nothing.
She couldn't open her Storage Ring. Even if she could, it contained nothing but Magic Treasures and immortal pills. Where would she find anything a mortal infant could eat?
"I'll look outside." Jiang Ling gritted her teeth and started to rise, short blade in hand.
"Enough. You rest."
Si Shuo pressed a hand onto her shoulder and pushed her back onto the pile of straw. "We're in the wilderness, in the middle of the night. Where are you going to find food for him? Catch a tiger and milk it?"
He sighed, dug a cracked clay pot out of a corner of the ruined temple, and rushed out into the rain.
About an hour later, Si Shuo returned, soaked to the skin, with the pot a little less than