As the first glimmer of dawn peeked over the horizon, the group began their departure from Tianfu village, leaving only Chen Yiran and a few guards behind to guard the underground tunnel and prevent any leaks of information. The air was crisp and chilly, with a hint of dew lingering on the lush foliage lining the path. The sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping filled the silence, creating a serene atmosphere that belied the gravity of their mission.
Yan Xing was pleasantly surprised by the effectiveness of Zhao Ling's treatment. Given the severity of his injuries, he had previously doubted whether he would be able to leave his bed, even with prompt medical attention. However, after resting for only five or six hours, he was in excellent condition and was even able to use his internal energy. His meridians were no longer in pain, a testament to Zhao Ling's unparalleled medical expertise.
