Late at night, after returning from Antler Headquarters, Lin An checked on Chen Shuyun's condition and silently made his way to his own space.
The area was still a scorched wasteland, much like the state of his soul after he had perfected his Furnace.
Descending from the long mountain ranges, the vast plains were all shrouded in darkness. Occasionally, a breeze would stir, whirling up heaps of ash that drifted aimlessly in midair.
Only the small river that meandered down from the depths of the mountains flowed quietly on.
Lin An found a rock and blew off the ashes, turning around to sit down.
Before he could settle, a crackling sound came, and the stone turned into powder.
It was clear that his previous barrage had thoroughly destroyed everything in the vicinity.
He simply sat directly on the ground, legs crossed, silently staring at the somewhat ethereal boundary of space on the horizon.
