Three days passed steadily as everyone stabilized their condition and slowly recovered from their injuries under a cautious atmosphere. The earlier chaos had settled into a tense quiet, yet no one truly relaxed as the memory of that battle still lingered.
Miao-Miao's body had already returned to a stable state, yet she remained asleep without any sign of waking despite continuous monitoring. Her breathing was calm and her aura steady, but that unnatural stillness only deepened the unease within the group.
When Lin Xiao Tian stepped into the tent once again, his gaze immediately settled on her resting figure without distraction. Tianhe was seated behind her, his posture rigid and unmoving as he silently guarded her condition without a single lapse.
Lin Xiao Tian approached slowly before stopping beside them, his eyes lingering briefly on Tianhe's worn expression before shifting away. A faint sigh escaped him as he spoke in a calm, controlled voice that carried quiet certainty.
