As the battlefield cleanup was completed, the mountain peak that had once been riddled with a thousand holes finally looked much cleaner.
At this time, the brilliant moonlight pierced through the clouds and scattered onto the ground, forming an expanse of snowy white.
Clearly, it had reached the late hours of the night.
With the precedent of the Purple Gold Eagle attack, Lin Tianming and his companion were constantly on high alert.
They chose a relatively hidden spot to sit down, laid down some warning restrictions, and planned to rest and recuperate.
A whole day and two nights passed in this manner.
On the morning of the third day, as a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on Lin Tianming's resilient cheeks,
he was the first to open his eyes. After surveying their surroundings, he found that Hu Yuan's complexion had returned to normal and his breath had stabilized.
