Three hundred miles outside Demon City, in a dried-up river valley.
The Scorpion King emerged from the sand, and Jiang Yuebai jumped off its back, shaking her head to get rid of the sand. The Faceless Mask was half lifted, and she spat out the sand in her mouth.
A tunneling light streaked through the sky with great momentum, leaving a red trail against the blood-red setting sun.
Jiang Yuebai adjusted her mask, worrying, "Do we really not need to escape a little farther?"
Ruosheng took out a Zen Stick and planted it in the ground, dispersing bursts of gentle breezes.
"Rest assured, this place is very safe."
Jiang Yuebai's Sea of Consciousness injury had not completely healed, and she truly couldn't run anymore.
Ruosheng stood beside the Scorpion King, took out an Elixir from his clothes, and fed it to the creature.
"Don't return to that Insect Nest. If you have nowhere to go, you can settle at the Prajna Temple ruins; it's relatively safe there."
