The night sky was as dark as ink and littered with stars. Shi Zian was covered in blood and his body was filled with a boundless and sharp burning, yet his expression was stiff and cold to the extreme, it was as if he had become a wooden puppet that did not know pain.
He was extremely exhausted, he had made a lot of calculations but in the end, he was just one man. Piercingly cold gales blew onto his face, and his hair and bloodied clothes fluttered with the wind as he continued to fly north. There was a wisp of resoluteness in his eyes, he was going to return to Wrey Keep, no matter what.