Deafening cheers rang out from the Heavenly Mystic World as its military formation descended.
"Woo—"
The army of the No Resentment Realm began to retreat.
Han Muye flew to the edge of the cliff and looked at Mu Wan, who was dressed in white clothes that were stained with dust and blood. She walked over slowly with a smile.
"Senior Brother."
Mu Wan walked over, opened her bloodstained hands, and gently buried her head in Han Muye's chest.
Han Muye reached out and stroked Mu Wan's soft hair.
Although Han Muye had come alone, he had brought many Spirit Channeling Meridian Replenishing Pills.
As he looked at Mu Wan leading a group of alchemists, shuttling between the heavily injured generals to bandage their wounds, and using spiritual energy and medicinal pills to help them recover, Han Muye couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
