Two hours later, Gu Sheng finally opened his eyes. Although his face was still pale, it had regained some color.
He let out a long breath, expelling a mouthful of clotted blood.
"How are you doing?"
Ling Xiao immediately leaned over.
"I won't die."
Gu Sheng managed to pull out a smile, but his eyes were heavy.
"We can't stay here. We need to leave immediately."
Ling Xiao nodded.
"I think so too. But Long Teng has surely set up lookouts outside. How do we leave?"
Gu Sheng stood up and stretched his stiff limbs.
"We'll figure it out step by step. It's better than sitting here waiting to die."
The two packed simple belongings, and Ling Xiao struggled for a long time to finally extract the Golden Alms Bowl embedded in the stone wall.
Cracks had already appeared on the surface of the Golden Alms Bowl, greatly diminishing its Spiritual Energy.
Ling Xiao wiped it carefully and stored it away with care.
