In a dense forest on a rainy night, a duo could be seen rushing somewhere anxiously. They were a pair of boys who appeared to be running from something or someone.
"Shen, hold on a little longer. The Great Silver Empire is just ahead. As long as we enter the Great Silver Empire, we'll be safe." Ning Kang panted as he comforted the little boy beside him.
He was heavily injured and his entire body was pale white due to the loss of blood. If not for the fact that he had a profound cultivation base, he would have died long ago.
However, even with his strong cultivation, he carried a nine-year-old child on his back and ran thousands of miles. He had not rested for several days and nights. Coupled with the heavy injuries he suffered, he was about to die of exhaustion.
"Brother, take a rest. I can feel that you're already very tired." The little boy's name was Ning Shen. He was only nine years old but he was very understanding and clever.
