Xia Feng and the others returned to the surface once again.
Since they did not know how to find the Archbishop, they returned to the battlefield where they had encountered Yeli Xing.
The sunset dyed the sky, casting its sloping light from the west, as the three of them sat side by side on the slanting grassy slope, quietly watching the lingering glow of the sunset.
"Are we really just going to wait like this?" Cha Naixue sat to the left of Xia Feng, tilting her head in confusion.
"Of course. If the Archbishop sees that Yeli Xing hasn't returned, he will definitely send someone stronger to capture us." Xia Feng lay down on the slope, stretching lazily, "When that happens, we'll just have to 'accidentally' hand over the Lost Person to them."
Cha Naixue looked down at the Zhi Zi flower in her hands. As long as Jiang Zhizi's spiritual quantity remained sufficient, the Zhi Zi flower could exist indefinitely, and the Lost Person imprisoned within it would also continue to live.
