Throughout the flight, Su Ming kept one hand pressed to the young lady, steadily circulating his Qi to keep her stable.
Beside her, the elder stirred and coughed weakly.
"We are out," Su Ming said. "You are safe."
"Thank you..." the elder whispered. "My niece... Xian'er..."
"She is fine. Rest." Su Ming did not press for details.
When the Heavenly Cloud Sect appeared, Su Ming saw massive crowds gathering around the arenas.
"The tournament... starts tomorrow?" Su Ming muttered.
It was almost normal for a secret realm to dilate time. On the outside, barely two weeks had passed, though he spent almost a month inside. Sensing the dormant Thunder Fire Seed resting quietly beneath the lantern in his Soul Sea, he had some doubts.
In the final trial, he saw images of his past and future.
He could not help but wonder whether the seed had reacted to his desperate intent and opened a tear across space-time to bring him out where, or rather when, he wanted.
