The evening wind howled with the darkening of the sky.
On the prairie, Xue Ying stood beside his wife, with the surrounding hundred meters remaining as warm as a spring day.
"Jing Qiu, you’ll definitely recover." Xue Ying gazed at his wife.
Palace Head Chen and the others who were accompanying him stood silently to the side. They could only inwardly sigh. The moment they won the war, the threat from the Sorcerer God and Great Demonic God was completely destroyed by Xue Ying. Now, however, such a situation descended upon them; Palace Head Chen and the others wanted to help, yet they were helpless.
This night was long. The sun soon rose in the east, meaning the warm rays of sunlight once again began shining across the earth.
Palace Head Chen suddenly walked over to Xue Ying’s side.
"Palace Head Chen?" Xue Ying turned toward Palace Head Chen.
