In the boundless desert, Zu Yuan slowly pushed the wheelchair along.
Beneath the inverted sky, all was silent, as though nothing remained between heaven and earth but him and the man in a blue-green robe sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes covered with white gauze.
By unspoken agreement, the two had forgotten the Zhurong Clan and the Gonggong Clan, who were still fighting for their lives.
They could come back to life even if they were beaten to death, anyway, so it was no great problem.
Judging by how practiced they were at fighting, this was hardly the first or second time.
The two clans were so thoroughly engrossed in their battle that neither noticed the pair leaving.
The Demon Realm was rather desolate. They had traveled quite a distance, yet Ouyang could hear nothing but the whistling wind and sand.
Ouyang suddenly felt that being blind was rather nice. After all, he now counted as a person with a disability, so enjoying a few special benefits was only right.
Feeling his own way forward was nowhere near as fast as being pushed by the young fellow behind him whom he had just met.
He had to admit, this young fellow had quite a knack for looking after people. This wheelchair was damn comfortable!
Ouyang reclined in the wheelchair, humming and murmuring. He felt that ever since he had gone blind, the whole world had quieted down. He no longer had to open his eyes and think about those things.
Now that all his junior brothers were on the right track, he had become the idle one instead.
Relaxing so suddenly left Ouyang somewhat unaccustomed to it. The young fellow behind him was a little too taciturn. Ouyang did all the talking, while the other merely grunted beside him to