And there were no battle scars on his body, whether from the Source Ghost or the mourning party of his good sister, yet he felt very tired, extremely tired, not just the kind from spiritual power exhaustion.
As the Secret Realm completely collapsed, Yang Xiao finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell headfirst onto the ground.
He didn't know how long had passed when a series of "swish swish" sounds woke Yang Xiao up. When he opened his eyes, it was almost dark outside, his head resting on his backpack, and an outdoor jacket spread beneath him.
He found himself in a forest, and the swishing sound he had heard was the wind blowing through the leaves.
"You're awake?" A man's voice came from behind, sounding quite familiar.
Soon after, Beiyu Ye, wearing only a quick-drying base layer, walked up, holding some dry branches he had collected, evidently intending to make a fire.
