In the pitch-black jungle, Ye Wutian ran wildly forward, his meridians injured and his Primordial Qi unable to circulate. To him, this was like a swordsman who had lost his Companion Sword, and his heart was filled with unease.
He had to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, had to repair his damaged meridians and recover his strength quickly. Otherwise, he would be as immobile as a cripple without crutches.
Overcoming mountains and ridges, he ran more than ten miles in one breath before stopping to catch his rough breath.
After resting for a moment, he continued on his way, ran for almost half an hour more, and finally made it back to the base.
The cave was brightly lit with fire, and He Meng hadn't slept yet; she was sitting at the entrance. As soon as she saw Ye Wutian return, she immediately got up to greet him, and with a worried look on her face, she asked, "Why are you back so late?"
