They had finally escaped…
Traveling Buddha felt a bout of joy familiar to people who had just escaped a catastrophe. He touched his finger, wanting to open his spatial ring so he could take out his precious tea set and brew himself a cup of hot tea.
But there was nothing on his left hand's middle finger, and Traveling Buddha remembered that his tea set was stored in the stealthed spatial ring, and that ring was with Xia Fan. Thus, Traveling Buddha had no choice but to shake his head and let out a bitter chuckle.
The seven of them were in the dark forest, standing, squatting, or even lying down on the dark soil where no grass grew. Their bodies were covered in blood, and everyone looked exhausted.