Three days later.
In the wilderness, Wang Qizheng excitedly pointed at the faint outline of the city walls ahead, exclaiming, "Big Senior Brother, we've made it, I see it! I didn't get us lost; this is what I do!"
Zhang Fei Xuan rolled his eyes beside him.
Finding it was nothing miraculous; not finding it would have been the real surprise.
Surviving in the wild for several decades had made him a professional. If he couldn't find traces of human habitation, he might as well dig a hole and bury himself.
It was Song Yin, however, who knitted his eyebrows slightly as he glanced at the outline ahead.
"Lingdang..."
"Hmm? Big Senior Brother?" Lingdang asked, puzzled.
Song Yin stretched out his hand and shone it over her head, cloaking her with a layer of hazy light, which flickered for a moment before sinking into her body.
"There are more resentful spirits here. I've granted you a bit of the Great Sun's Power, lest you can't withstand them."
Even more?
