"Let's go," said Haoran as he casually summoned his ornamental silver sword with a flick of his wrist.
The weapon materialized from his spatial ring, instantly humming with a low, vibrant frequency that dispelled the lingering dust of the terrifying battlefield.
Then, he rode it and shot straight through the sky, a magnificent streak of silver light cutting across the shifting clouds of the dimension.
Qing'er, however, dissolved into her fluid, ink-black form, before disappearing into the shadows, following closely behind Haoran.
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At this moment, back on the remote mountain top, the atmosphere was entirely quiet, practically frozen in stark contrast to the madness that had just occurred in the skies above.
The lower half of the Ten Crowns—with the exact singular exception of Shen Ying, who inexplicably wasn't present at this very moment—were casually lounging around the perimeter of the flat stone clearing.
