Long Ya lowered her head slightly, her long lashes falling to hide the sharpness in her eyes.
On the surface, she let her shoulders slump weakly like the other frightened children, but the little hands hidden in her sleeves quietly clenched, her knuckles turning slightly white.
Through the gaps between the cage bars, her gaze secretly fixed on the cargo compartment's doors.
Inside the furnace, Yang Yong quietly observed all this, inwardly nodding.
Captured alive and locked in a cage, surrounded by frightened, crying children, the first thing she did upon waking was not panic, but steady the other children and conceal her own edge.
That composure far surpassed that of an ordinary eleven-year-old.
Long Ya... Yang Yong silently repeated the name the children had just called out.
Now, only his soul remained, dwelling in the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, while his physical body slowly re-formed in the furnace's internal space.
The powers of the Nine Nether Bone Armor and the Evil Eye could only lie dormant; he could not readily use them.
If he acted rashly and exposed the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace before his body was complete, he would very likely invite a crisis he could not handle.
The truck lurched violently, and a rough shout came from outside.
"Behave yourselves! We'll be at the camp soon. Anyone who dares cause trouble will be dragged straight out and fed to the Eerie!"
With a clang, someone slapped the lock on the outside of the cargo compartment hard.
Several of the younger children in the cage shuddered in fright, tears welling in their eyes again.
Long Ya raised her head, swept her gaze over her terrified companions, then gently pressed her palm against the cold iron bars.
She quietly felt her way along the bars, her fingertips moving slowly, seemingly measuring