「One month later.」
In Nanshan, amid endless mountain ranges, a small, simple yet exquisite Flying Boat soared slowly across the sky.
Atop the Flying Boat, Wangcai lay in a corner. Before it were several mangled bodies sprawled on the deck, dripping with blood and bearing clear signs of having been gnawed upon.
Inside the cabin, Chu Mu sat cross-legged, his face pale and his lips dry. A faint, unnatural flush was visible on his cheeks.
Several Fire Attribute Spirit Stones were placed around him, and an Energy Gathering Array Prohibition broke them down, transforming them into pure Spiritual Qi that swirled within the Flying Boat.
With each breath, his Divine Sense circulated. The dense Fire Spiritual Energy followed the flow of his Magical Power, seeping into his body bit by bit.
After about an hour, Chu Mu slowly opened his eyes.
Sensing the lingering injuries within his body, a self-deprecating smile touched the corners of his lips.
