What Shen Yi regretted the most was that he hadn't been able to wave the banner of someone else to slay a few more Demonic Beasts.
Of course, he couldn't say that outright.
He removed the sheath and pressed his sword back under his arm. Although it was somewhat uncomfortable, it was far better than losing his head and not knowing it.
Seeing his cautious demeanor, Lin Baiwei pursed her red lips.
If she had also been more careful at first, how could she have ended up in her current predicament?
She went to the cabinet to fetch some paper and ink, sat down at the table, and added some oil to the lamp.
In the flickering light, she closed her eyes and ground the inkstick as she reminisced.
After a moment, Lin Baiwei began to copy carefully. Under the movement of her slender fingers, delicate characters danced onto the page.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to sleep?" Shen Yi turned his head back.
"Can you sleep if you don't get what you need?" Lin Baiwei muttered.
