Hes couldn't help but cough lightly twice below.
Both of them had forded a river; within the Phantom Realm, it was merely a duration of four to five months. The night wind was blowing, bringing with it a hint of coldness. Yet, Fang Hong was a bit curious, could ghosts catch a cold too?
However, while he thought this, he still very gentlemanly took off his coat to drape it over the other, and given his tall stature, at least the coat was mostly dry.
Hes looked at him with gratitude.
She seemed to want to say something, but Fang Hong signaled for her to hold her words, and then he climbed out to look around. They had just managed, with much difficulty, to shake off the pursuers from the Dragonfire Guild with the help of a level III Walker, but they had inadvertently attracted the attention of Dragon Worshippers during the retrieval, leading to a frenetic scramble.
