Step!
Step!
Footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room.
Su Heng had returned to the eighth level.
In the circular hall, Ye Tong was half-kneeling on the ground, her expression somewhat vacant.
She still clutched the blood-stained dagger in her hand, and beside her, the basket was piled into a sharp little mountain with the flesh she had just harvested from the Wolf King.
"You did well."
Su Heng said with a smile, reaching out to pat Ye Tong on the head.
"Can I leave now?" Ye Tong asked in a low voice, her head bowed very low.
"Yes, you may," Su Heng said with a smile, "You've been quite troubled this time. After you get back, see Elder Li Xunhao for a share of the resources."
"Thank you..."
Ye Tong slowly rose from the ground.
Her entire being, like a soulless wooden puppet, left the eighth level with a vacant gaze.
Su Heng's eyes moved away from Ye Tong's retreating figure and he waited briefly.
Soft footsteps approached.
