They rested through the night, the tension from the battle slowly fading as their bodies recovered with time. Miao-Miao remained asleep without stirring, while Xiaoshan sat quietly, his condition stable despite the pain.
Lin Xiao Tian glanced at him and let out a soft chuckle, his tone casual as always. "Mostly alright, huh… you really did lose the left arm."
Xiaoshan said nothing, only shifting slightly as if to ignore it, while the others avoided commenting. The mood was lighter, yet the reality of the injury remained clear.
As everyone stood, Lin Xiao Tian's gaze moved toward the barrier at the entrance, now faded and unstable. He smiled faintly, his interest returning as he stepped forward.
"Let's see how far they have progressed," he said, already moving ahead.
He entered the spiraling passage without hesitation, the others following closely behind as the light dimmed around them. The space narrowed quickly, forming a tight corridor as the air grew still.
