Liao Mingxuan sat beside Mu Ningxue. He did not lose control of himself, but he was worn out after holding off Liao Mingxuan and Xu Dalong.
He wanted to talk with Mu Ningxue, but she had been quiet the whole time. He had no idea how he could break the silence.
He raised his head and began to think of some way to make conversation. Suddenly, he saw pairs of snowy-white wings on the dawn-lit horizon. The wings were approaching the group at a steady pace, their faint glows embellishing the dull sky.
Lu Zhenghe felt a surge of joy, but immediately pretended he had seen nothing.
The wings landed, instead of flying straight into the desolate city.
Their landing spot was not too far away. They should be arriving in their area soon. Lu Zhenghe intentionally checked his surroundings, searching for Mo Fan.