Summer was drawing to a close, and the temperature was no longer as scorching as it had been in June or July. The once-vibrant green leaves of the forest were faintly tinged with yellow, and only those at the very tops of the trees, bathed in the most sunlight, remained as brilliant as jade.
Dewdrops on the wild grass at their feet glimmered like brilliant, translucent jewels.
Before they knew it, the sky was beginning to brighten. Their perception of time had been warped by the Blood Egg.
"Thank you. You've saved me again," Shen Yunjiao said. The few minutes it had taken to return were enough for her to compose herself, and her tone was intimate, yet tinged with guilt.
"You were the one facing danger with me this time, so there's no need to thank me," Zhao Zuo said reassuringly.
