In a corner of the Demon-suppressing City.
Qingfeng Zhenren frantically took out elixirs and distributed them to several fellow senior brothers and sisters.
His youthful face was covered in palpitations, "That was close! At least we made it out alive."
As he spoke, he turned to Tong Xin'chuan, who was leaning against the city wall, his face filled with guilt, "All thanks to senior brother Tong..."
Had it not been for the other's desperate efforts to hold off the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor, they wouldn't have had a sliver of a chance at life.
At this moment, the other's most cherished bright red robe was dirtied and muddy, his skin cracked all over, spiritual energy incessantly pouring out from the gaps.
Continuing on like this, he might risk a fall in his cultivation boundary.
But Tong Xin'chuan merely sat in silence, his eyes void of spirit, as if still immersed in the events that had just unfolded.
