Within Qianhua Ridge, in the River Valley.
The stream flowed gently, a man sitting naked within it.
He was covered in blood, with charred skin and flesh.
Behind the man, a woman as fiery as a blaze knelt, gently wiping his body.
Gradually, Wu Xiao's back revealed skin of uneven hues.
The newly grown tender skin stood in stark contrast with his original skin, indicating that he had been battered and nearly torn apart.
Liu Huo's eyes reddened, as she repeatedly cupped the clear stream water.
Under the woman's gentle actions, the filthy Wu Xiao finally looked somewhat human.
After an unknown period, Liu Huo cautiously embraced Wu Xiao, resting her forehead on his broad back.
Tears flowed uncontrollably downward.
They had survived.
Both of them.
The Emperor Robe youth did not pursue them to extinction.
As rival contenders for the Divine Weapon Domain, the decision of the Emperor Robe youth was bewildering.
Especially since they were in the perilous Holy Spirit Mountain.
