The dimly lit underground passage was filled with people tending to their wounds.
Xia Qianqian, a secondary healing cultivator, played no small part in such an environment, having a healing cultivator was simply blissful, who cared if they were first-rate or second-rate.
It took a full three days before the group had mostly recovered.
It was time to leave.
As usual, Lu Ye led the way, ascending along the pathway they had come by, back to the collapsed dry well they had encountered earlier. After some busy work moving the fallen rocks, they cleared a path.
A moment later, Lu Ye was the first to fly up, the dazzling sunlight filling his vision, giving him a surreal feeling of being alive.
The others followed suit, all with pleased expressions.
