Huang Xiaolong, accompanied by his wives, embarked on their return journey the way they had come.
After reuniting with Meng Zhuang, Ying Qiulian, and others, Meng Zhuang's brothers' injuries had also stabilized.
Following a brief exchange, Huang Xiaolong and the others parted ways with the mausoleum guardians.
Back on the surface, they were greeted by a brilliantly sunny afternoon, and the fresh air swept away the fatigue from Huang Xiaolong and the others' bodies and spirits.
"Hahaha~~ The outside truly is more comfortable," Huang Xiaolong said as he stretched lazily. "That underground mausoleum was way too stuffy. Just this once, I won't come again; it wasn't fun at all."
