After putting away the Sage's corpse, Yun Che brought out the Silver Shuttle and took the others toward the Holy Domain's exit.
"Niu Gang, send word to the other teams. Tell them the major opportunities are gone, so there's no need to linger in the Holy Domain."
"Yes, young master."
Inside the room, Yun Che walked to the bedside and glanced at Zu Tangtang, who was still lying in bed.
Although she had taken healing pills, her injuries were so severe that she still needed some time to recover.
"How are you feeling? Are you all right?"
Zu Tangtang nodded lightly and sighed. "I never expected there to be so many Half-Saints and Sages in the Holy Domain this time. This time, my Zu Family has been completely struck from the ranks of the Holy City's leading families."
Yun Che frowned slightly and asked, "Did even Senior Zu Changkun fail to survive?"
Zu Tangtang nodded, her gaze somewhat forlorn. "He didn't. On this expedition into the Holy Domain, all of my Zu Family's Emperors, Kings, and Supremes perished. Now I'm the only Supreme left."
Yun Che took out a box of Trauma Medicine and applied it to her wounds little by little.
These wounds were strange. Not only did they reach deep into the bone marrow, but they also kept emitting black mist and would not disappear even after she took pills.
"It's no use. There's curse power attached to the wounds. They can't heal, and it also severely affects my ability to mobilize spirit power."
Yun Che waited a few breaths. Just as she had said, the wounds would not heal.
"This curse power does have its merits. Even grade-six Trauma Medicine can't heal it."
Zu Tangtang looked sorrowful. She disliked wearing too much clothing, finding it a restraint.