The starry night was brilliant.
When Bai Mo awoke, his mouth was parched.
A breeze brushed against his face.
Opening his eyes, he saw Zhao Jingyu holding a waterskin, shaking it impatiently. Not a single drop fell out.
"Brother!"
The events from before he passed out flashed through his mind, and Bai Mo sat bolt upright.
He frantically looked around and saw that everyone was still on the back of the Hengyuan giant bird.
Mo Tianshu's eyes were closed, immersed in his cultivation.
It seemed as if everything before he fainted had just been a bad dream.
"Calm down, Junior Brother. It's over, it's over," Zhao Jingyu said quickly.
Wuyin, who was nearby, mocked, "Someone said he was going to take care of Junior Brother Bai, but he nearly took care of him for good!"
Zhao Jingyu looked annoyed.
"Who knew my waterskin was already empty..."
Bai Mo took out his own waterskin and took a couple of big gulps.
