It took Xi'en a while to realize that he had been rescued by someone.
Aching pulses emanated from his body, a consequence of overusing his abnormal abilities.
He propped up his arm and forced himself to sit, only to find that he was alone, lying on the grassland outside the entrance of the canyon.
Xi'en couldn't describe the feelings surging within him.
It had taken him painstaking efforts to sneak out of the tribe, which had ended disastrously, engulfing him in regret.
However, now that he had been saved, he found himself back on the Xixili Flatland, and the sense of helplessness began to gnaw at him again.
Xi'en closed his eyes in silent anguish. Was he doomed to live the life that Amu had arranged for him?
No, he didn't want to!
Whoever coveted the chieftain position of the Ming Deer Clan could have it, he didn't want it. Not in the slightest!
Xi'en felt tangled emotions, like he'd spilled a mixed bag of feelings.
