Wushan had once witnessed the injured state of Shen Yi.
Even in such a condition, he continued to sit carelessly outside the Demon Suppressing Tower, utterly indifferent to the outside world, not at all like those who would hide their injuries from others with pretentious fragility.
"Let's hope that's the case."
Ye Lan squeezed out a smile, but felt an inexplicable strangeness in her heart.
Clearly, the chaos in the world was worsening, yet she found herself in a more easy-going and comfortable situation than ever before. The entire area of the nine prefectures in the west was remarkably free from any demon calamities.
This stark contrast left her feeling somewhat at a loss.
Such an eerie circumstance, aside from the young uncle-master inside the house, Ye Lan could find no other explanation.
"Rest for a few more days and it should be about time to head back."
Wushan stretched lazily, not expecting to be proven wrong so swiftly.
