The first rays of dawn shone across jagged plains of this strange and mysterious land, painting the cracked stones gold and crimson. Zhou Chen stood silently at the mouth of the cave, the faint wind tugging at his robes. Behind him, the others were packing up, though still on high alert due to the commotion they had caused from the previous night.
“Time to move,” Zhou Chen finally said, his voice calm but firm.
Zhang Liu yawned and swung his sword across his shoulder. “I barely got any sleep,” he muttered.
“You’ll sleep plenty when Zhao Long kills us,” Hao Mu Bing said cheerfully, fastening her belt with a grin that was far too bright for the early hour.
Zhang Liu ignored her with furrowed brows before turning his eyes towards the north. “The qi flow is thicker in that direction. The s
