In the blink of an eye.
The horizon turned pale, morning light like a layer of gentle gauze, softly and thread by thread, dispelling the thick shadows lingering from the night of fierce battle.
Xu Wendong stood tall, like a proud pine tree standing in frost and snow, having weathered a fierce battle, yet still exuding a sense of unwavering determination.
At this moment, however, he slightly retracted the palpable pressure surrounding him, with a hint of fatigue and weariness from the battle quietly etched on his brows, making him appear a bit more mortal and down-to-earth.
He turned his head, his gaze falling upon Zhang Nian beside him, who was still hard-pressed to contain her excitement. Gently lifting his hand, he patted her shoulder soothingly and softly said, "Let's go, we'll head back to Qingyuan City."
His voice, slightly hoarse, was like aged wine, rich and steady, possessing a reassuring strength.
