Xia Feng hurried forward.
Li Zaisi struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and upon seeing the newcomer, a pained smile tugged at his lips, "You've... arrived..."
"What happened? Who is the enemy?"
Xia Feng frowned deeply as he crouched down to examine Li Zaisi's injuries, only to find that it was too late. The man was on the brink of death, his soul about to shatter, beyond any hope of medical help.
"Cough—cough—" Li Zaisi coughed again with difficulty, dark purple blood trickling from the corner of his lips, his pale, cracked lips trembling as he spoke hoarsely, "In my pocket, in my pocket."
Realizing what he meant, Xia Feng quickly searched him and found a red cloth bag and an old, cracked pocket watch.
Upon flipping open the watch, a halo of light emerged and formed a screen of light in the air.
The projection recorded the old soldiers temporarily leaving White Emperor City and hiding in the dense forest.
